“Remember to make it quick,” Ross lectured you, his seat making a soft noise as he twisted around so he could see you better. “There’s only one truck out front, so you most likely won’t have to worry about any customers interrupting you. Just get the money and get out.“
You nod, trying to listen to every detail he gave you despite the pounding going on inside your head. You hoped he didn’t notice how bad your hands were shaking as you traced your fingertips along the seam of your bright red pants.
“I will,” you promised, “Can we go?“
“Yeah,” Matty answered.
Adam gave you both a quick nod before pulling open the door to the van, and Matty fit the black bandana he’d found over his mouth to complete his look.
“You look so cool,” you said to him, quiet enough so only he heard. Matty had been exceptionally cold to you ever since you volunteered yourself for this heist, but you were hoping that would be enough to chip away at the wall he’d been building up.
Just when you were about to begin crossing the parking lot leading to the small shop, he gripped onto your hand tightly, causing you to turn and face him before tugging you in for a kiss, his lips felt so soft and warm even through the fabric.
“I can’t keep doing this, you have to get out of this life, Y/N” Sam said, facing away from you as his fingers tapped the doorframe.
Your eyes dropped to your stomach, your fingers grazing Sam’s shirt now draped over you. If it weren’t for Cas healing you, you’d been long dead by now. Hell, you hadn’t honestly expected to survive anyway.
“Don’t do this, Sam…” you spoke quietly, every part of you hoping to god that this was just a petty conversation; that tomorrow you’d be wrapped up in his arms without a care in the world. You’d had these talks before, but his tone was different this time.
“I won’t keep watching you get hurt, I need you to be safe… and if that means…” he gulped as his eyes darted away, “if that means letting you go, then so be it” he finished, still refusing to make eye contact with you; knowing he would crumble if he did so.
Summary: Nothing could ever make Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich stop loving each other, literally nothing. (How I would’ve like 7x10 and 7x11 to go, plus more)
Word Count: 2100
It’s been a year since Ian has seen Mickey. He finds it to be too hard to visit him in prison. Being able to see each other, but not touch is too much to handle. Because of this hardship, they send monthly letters and Ian always sends money to be put into the con’s commissary so he never runs out of Marlboro’s, which is a nice system.
Mickey and Ian know they aren’t going to be able to last eight years being abstinent, so they agree that it is okay to be with other people in this time. Unsurprisingly though, Mickey is an overprotective ass so he needs constant reassurance that Ian will be there for him when he gets released.
I’m probably going to beat the shit out of whatever guy you’re fucking when I get out. Promise you’ll be waiting for me? Miss and love you.
Mickey, you still have six years in there, which means I probably won’t even remember the name of this guy by then. But obviously I promise, Mick. You and me, right? Miss and love you too.
Though there are times of frustration, they know they are in this life together for the long haul. Nothing could possibly keep these two apart.
* * *
Ian was walking on his way to work when a mysterious man bumped into him and dropped an old flip phone. After cursing the man out for running into him, the phone began to ring. Curiously, Ian answered. “Miss me?” Mickey’s voice melted Ian’s heart.
“Mickey,” he smiled. “Where are you?”
After hearing Mickey’s instructions of meeting him at their old high school around twelve o’clock, he went to work and impatiently waited for noon to creep around. When he saw the clock reach 11:45, he acted sick so he could sneak out and find the love of his life.
Once he arrived, he searched for Mickey, but couldn’t find him. After walking to the back of the school, it clicked. He knew Mickey would be waiting for him under the school bleachers. He runs to the track so he can peek under them.
Suddenly he sees the escapee, and everything freezes. They stare at each other lovingly for what feels like an eternity. Mickey’s hair has grown longer than Ian’s ever seen, but it looks fucking hot. He got noticeably stronger as well.
Mickey then motions for him to come back there with him. Ian obliges and pulls the shorter man into a kiss once he knows they’re close enough. When they separate though, Ian pushes him. “Are you fucking stupid? Do you know how risky it is to escape federal prison!”
Mickey pushes him back, and they nearly fight until their eyes meet each other. The look is full of love, lust, and longing. Finally Mickey backs away. “You like the high school bleachers? Our spot, man,” he smiles and grabs the beer he has which is covered in a paper bag.
Ian laughs. He takes the beer out of Mickey’s hand and takes a swig of it. “Hey! You’re on Lithium, Gallagher. You get drunk off of one beer, remember?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ian laughs. Mickey’s so overprotective, and it’ll never change, which is something Ian has grown to love. “It’s one sip,” he hands it back.
Mickey rolls his eyes with a grin. He looks the taller man from head to toe, studying every area of his body. “You went all official on me.”
“EMT, which you know.” He stares at the older man. “I came from work.” Mickey hums in an approving way to show that he’s proud of his boyfriend. “You look good.”
Mickey chuckles. “Not much else to do in there but work out.”
They sit silently for a while and breathe in each others presence. “So what now?” Ian’s heart is thumping.
“Layin’ low with my cellmate Damon,” Mickey points to the man standing next to the van. “Mexican-banger-hitman-motherfucker,” he flips his friend off jokingly.
Ian nods. His mind is going a mile a minute. Happiness is radiating through since he is standing here with Mickey Milkovich, but fear is also running through his veins. There is no way he wants anything happening to Mickey that could wind him back up in jail– which would mean even more time apart.
Mickey swallows as if he’s preparing to say something important. “Look, I’m, uhhh,” he stutters. “I’m gettin’ some new ID’s, some cash, and heading to Mexico.” He studies Ian’s surprised facial expression. “Well until everything is sorted out and I could come back to the states.”
“Wow,” is all Ian could say.
“You should come,” Mickey inches himself closer to the redhead.
Ian laughs in disbelief. “Come with you to Mexico? Mickey, I love you, but how the fuck am I gonna pull that off?”
“You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do?” He grabs his boyfriend by the coat. “Hm? What can I do.” Their bodies are so close they can feel each other’s heart beats.
Ian breathes in as Mickey places a hand on his cheek. “Think about it.” He puts their foreheads together. Mickey slowly places his lips on Ian’s and they share a long, soft, and affectionate kiss. “You and me,” Mickey reminds the younger man. “Either way we’ll wind up together.”
Ian swallows hardly. “Fuck, Mick. You and me.” He kisses him again.
“I love you,” Mickey whispers so quietly that Ian can barely hear it. Then he backs away and starts heading towards the van.
Ian watches him walk before speaking. “How am I gonna find you?” Ian calls out.
“Look up,” Mickey says, and Ian does. The redhead finds a flip phone stuck in between the bleachers. He grabs it and smiles, then watches as Mickey drives off to God knows where.
Running away with Mickey sounds like a damn great idea, but he has a family he needs to take care of. Lip’s an alcoholic, Fiona suddenly prioritizes her business ideas more than her family, Debbie has a baby, Carl’s in military school, and Liam is in kindergarten. On top of all of that, he has Frank and Monica to worry about. He has a lot to think about.
* * *
The cellphone Mickey left for Ian begins to ring around midnight. “Mick,” Ian answers.
“Aye, Firecrotch. Meet me under the old docks by rusty bridge at the lake in a half hour.”
“Alright,” Ian says hesitantly. He’s nervous that Mickey’s going to tell him he’s leaving for Mexico tonight.
Since it’s a twenty minute walk there, he walks down the stairs to talk to Fiona. He doesn’t want to tell her flat out that he knows where Mickey is, but he wants to talk about him with someone. Fortunately everyone in the family knows how much Ian and Mickey love each other.
Once he got down the stairs, he sister was waking up. “Hey, Ian,” she said foggily.
“Hey, Fi,” he smiles.
She looks at him and sees the tenseness in his body. “What’s up? Everything okay between you and Trev?”
Fuck. He forgot about his latest fuckbuddy. “Ummm, yeah, whatever,” he shakes it off. “So you hear how Mickey got out?”
“You mean escaped? He has half the Chicago Police Department looking for him,” she scoffs. The older sister notices the pained look on his face, and frowns. “What’s that look for?”
“I don’t want him to get caught. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if he got sent back to jail for even longer.” He hid the emotion from his face.
She studied her brother. Confusion waved over her, despite knowing how things were between Ian and Mickey. It was love–real love– that nothing could interfere with. Fiona often wishes that her and Jimmy shared that same kind of sickening love, but she guesses the breakup was for the better.
The eldest Gallagher placed her hand on her brother’s knee. “You did great without him these past few years,” she tries to say positively.
He shakes his head. “I was fucking dying without him, Fiona. I felt like I was missing a part of me, as cliché as that sounds.”
“You’ve had boyfriend’s though,” she says more as a question. “I know you love him, but weren’t things becoming easier?”
He chuckles. “They’re nice guys and easy fucks– never boyfriend’s though, Mickey’s my boyfriend,” he says straight out and ignores his sister gagging noise which was caused by the mention of his sex life. “I can’t get him out of my head.”
She smiles. Though it’s a fucked up situation, she’s glad her brother has a love this strong. Not many people ever find love in the Southside. “What are you going to do? Find him? Wait for him to find you?”
He stares down at the flip phone. “No clue,” he responds. “It’s me and him though. He’s my endgame, ya know?”
Her eyes widen. Every she hears him talk about this boy, he seems so sure that their going to end up together. “How are you so sure? I’m not doubting it, just how do you know?”
“Feel it,” he smiles. “Fiona, I’ve loved him since I was fifteen years old.”
“Fucking nuts,” she says in amazement.
Ian chuckles. “We got lucky being able to find something so deep in a fucked up town like this one. Really fucking lucky.”
* * *
Ian is almost near the dock as his heart begins to pound and his hands begin to sweat. It’s crazy how he could still get butterflies in his stomach over someone he’s been with for so many years. He took a drag of his cigarette as he texting Mickey to let him know he was there.
A few moments later, he saw the dark haired man walk up the stairs from the lake. Ian immediately threw his cigarette on the ground and began walking forward. “Knew you’d come.” When he got closer her repeated himself then said, “C’mere,” grabbing his face and pulling him into a hard kiss.They held each other close and kissed for a long time. They cradled each other’s faces and moaned into each other’s mouths. They’ve missed times like these. They missed feeling each other’s tight embrace.
Out of nowhere, Ian pushed away. “What the fuck?” Mickey looks at him in confusion.
“How long ‘til you would be able to come back here to the states? I have a fucking family to worry about, Mick. I can’t be without you though. I just– fuck!” Ian paces back and forth.
In this moment, Mickey doesn’t care about any of that. All he cares about is taking advantage of this time with Ian. “Stop,” he cuts off Ian from speaking anymore and walks forward so he can kiss him even harder than he did before.
The lust factor is rapidly increasing. It’s been so long without each other’s touch. They needed to feel each other, and take everything in. Mickey could last a lifetime in moments like these, so could Ian, but Ian has a lot on his mind at the moment as well.
Ian pushes away a second time. “Fuck!” He grabs his love’s face and stared into his eyes deeply before turning away. “Do you know how much you risked by doing this, Mick! What if you get caught? Huh? What am I gonna do?”
Mickey doesn’t respond right away. He thinks first. “It’s just you and me right now, baby,” Mickey assures softly, knowing that those few words mean the world to him. Ian propels himself at his longtime boyfriend. After a lot of heated kissing, they start the undress themselves.
As Mickey goes for Ian’s belt he looks up and says, “Tell me goodbye,” which causes Ian to push Mickey back into the railing that they were leaning on.He’s always been a cocky and sarcastic son of a bitch, Ian thinks to himself. “What?” Mickey whispers. Ian connects their lips again.
When Mickey turns around for Ian, Ian pauses and takes in the side and back view of his boyfriend. He takes his hand and moves the longer hair from the side of Mickey’s face. Once he’s taken the beautiful sight in, he begins placing soft kisses along his neck and cheek. Mickey’s skin against Ian’s lips has never felt so good for either of them.
Mickey is whispering profanities under his shaky breath as he feels Ian touching him. Ian grabbed Mickey’s hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. Sloppy kisses were placed all over. Everything was so intense. They don’t fuck this time, they make love.
Prompt by ameleleila - Hi! Can you write a Brett imagine like the mates one with Liam?
Pairing: Brett x Reader Word Count: 7368
Author’s Note: There was A LOT of pressure to write this
fanfic. The “Mates” I wrote for Liam and posted last December got a lot of
attention, a lot of love, and nothing but great and positive feedback. It’s
special to me. It took me months to write it and it’s one of my favorite fan
fictions I’ve ever written, but, honestly, it scares me. It holds such high
standards. I’m afraid nothing will ever mount to that, which is why I’ve shot
down every request I’ve gotten about making a part two, because I’m scared I’ll
ruin the greatness of it.
When ameleleia requested a “Mates” fanfic for Brett, I honestly
hesitated at first. I didn’t know if I could do it again and not recycle my
work from Liam’s Mates. I pushed aside all my fears and grabbed the bull by the
horns. Like Liam’s it was a long process of coming up with the plot and writing
down the right words. Now, it’s finally here.
Lastly, this is obviously an AU. There are a few things I don’t follow from the show and made several changes as well.
Without futher ado, enjoy Brett’s Mates and you’re more than
welcome to leave me feedback. Happy reading!
P. S. I’m so sorry ameleleia for taking so long with your prompt. I never forgot about your prompt. I was simply taking my time to make it the best I can for you and everyone else. And shout out to freeyourheartandsoul for being an amazing and awesome Beta! :)
It was a good day. No, it was a great day for a couple of
innocent kids playing outside in the front yard, throwing a lacrosse ball back
and forth. It was their first year in little league lacrosse, and they were
surprisingly good at it for a pair of kids who never played the sport before.
Part of it was the constant practice they had with each other before and after
their practice with the team.
Like right now, Brett and Liam were playing in Brett’s front
yard. They had been playing for about 20 minutes, just running around,
pretending they’re playing a real game with their imaginary friends, and
passing the ball towards each other. Liam threw the ball to Brett because he
was about to get tackled by Cowboy Dyno, Liam’s imaginary purple elephant
friend. Brett missed the ball as his eyes followed a moving van pulling up to
the front of the house next door.
The ball hit Brett on the back of his right leg, but he
didn’t even feel it. He was too distracted by the moving van.
“Duuuude!” Liam exaggerated. “You missed the ball!”
“Finally!” Brett cheered as he completely ignored Liam’s
comment. “Some new neighbors!”
Liam walked up to stand next to Brett. “Do you think it’s a
boy? Someone we can play with?”
“I hope its Tommy. At practice he said they were moving to a
new house.” Brett said as he watched another car pull up to the drive away.
Together, Liam and Brett saw a man get out of the moving van, obviously the man
of the household. His wife got out of the silver Honda Pilot and helped
unbuckled a little girl from the back seat.
“Aww, man!” Liam whined. “It’s a girl.”
“She has cooties.” Liam said with so much disgust in his
The little blonde haired girl in pigtails with perfect
curls, which bounced with each step she took, started grabbing the light stuff
to carry into her new house. Brett ran across his yard and into the one next
door, Liam followed trailing behind. The girl stopped in her tracks and smiled
at the boys in front of her.
“Hi! I’m Brett and this is Liam!” Brett pointed at Liam, who
gave the girl a weak smile and wave, obviously not as excited about her arrival
as Brett is. “Do you need some help?”
Brett noticed her cheeky smile. “Hi-ya! I’m Y/N. Maybe after
you help me, we can play whatever you’re playing!”
“We’re playing lacrosse,” Liam said. “And you can’t play if
you have cooties.”
“I don’t have anymore cooties than you do, Liam.”
Brett laughed at her comeback. She was funny, he thought. I
REQUEST: Requesting for scenario for Namjoon..When he’s a gang leader and rescued you from his enemies. Smut, please and thank you! 😀 NOTE: we’ve decided to turn this into a series. more will be released soon!
Summary: You were dating a notorious gang leader. What more could you ask for? Type: angst, smut, series [some violence present] Length: 1,974 Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
- Admin M & R
You stood in a back room, leaning against the wall, catching your breath and getting away from the loud rumbles of chatty people. You were exhausted and ready to go home. You had a job working at a restaurant when you weren’t busy running errands with your gang. You were a well renowned cook in this constantly busy and well known established restaurant, but that didn’t stop your boss from lecturing you about being late. So, to cool yourself down you found yourself standing in the back, collecting yourself and cursing out your boss in your head. If only he knew what you really did for a living, maybe then he’d shut up about his pretentious guidelines and other nonsense things. You were partners and lovers with the leader of one of the most notoriously dangerous gangs in the city. But of course, no use would come to letting that piece of information being printed on your resume. So back to work you went, delving yourself into the loud environment.
Finally your shift ended, the restaurant’s scene dimmed down to a light and peaceful silence as the staff continued to clean up the last of the tables. Clocking out, and reaching for your coat you headed out for the night. You were walking home from work, the light wind brushing your hair against your face. The night seemed extra quiet and you liked it that way. Walking down the street, you started feeling uneasy. The feeling came from your gut, and it felt like someone was following you. You turned your head slightly to look to your left, trying to see if there was anyone from the corner of your eye. Trying not to make it look as if you knew you were being followed, you continued your journey home down the street that now seemed to be extending endlessly. You quickly got out your phone and called your boyfriend. He picked up before the second ring and your heart calmed its speed for a second at the sound of his voice.
“You almost home. Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way babe.”
“Good, because I miss you.”
“Haha. I miss you too babe. Oh hey, don’t forget to bring my roses okay?”
“Is someone following you?”
“Make sure they’re red, Joon. You know how much I love red roses.”
I feel Iyami’s van doesn’t get enough attention. I mean think about it: at first you might think the van was a work car from the black factory, but as he continued to have it months after that + the personalized number plate its safe to assume he bought it.
The dude bought a huge expensive vehicle with heaps of seats. This is the same man who has no family or friends. So why?
Obviously the only reason Iyami went out and got that particular car was because he knew all of the sextuplets could fit in it. It’s even better when you realise he passively aggressively drives them around for the rest of the remaining episodes.
So basically Iyami is just a bitter old man willingly chauffeuring the sextuplets around in his soccer mom van that he bought and its great.
“That’s Geoff van Sant. He’s a thin man, about average height, his hair gives you the impression that he just woke up but his eyes are sharp, no nonsense. You can tell immediately that he’s the kind of man who’s never going to talk about the weather.”
Today, I fucked up by giving a homeless man some well-intended items.
Today I was pulling into the Target parking lot when I saw a man on a nearby sidewalk that said “Living in van, anything will help, God bless.” I saw a shabby-looking van behind him that was filled with blankets, boxes, a large water bottle, etc. The man also had a dog with him. I am a sucker for animals, and this man really did seem to be going through a rough time. Also it’s Lent, so I figured that it would be a good idea to be more charitable. (For the record, I do not normally give directly to people with cardboard signs on the street because I know there are much better ways of helping the economically disadvantaged and that many beggars are scammers.)
So during my shopping trip, during which I got a lot of toiletries for myself, I picked up some extra items that I knew would be helpful for someone living in their car: unscented baby wipes, hand sanitizer, a pack of those one-use toothbrush things, a Target gift card, and a Starbucks gift card [Starbuckses are nice and clean, and if you buy one coffee or food item, you can hang out there all day], as well as some high-protein trail mix, instant coffee packets, and multivitamins. I also got a some dog food, dog treats, and some “entertain your dog for hours!” bones. included a small note on a ripped out piece of paper asking the man to stay positive and giving him information about several charities in the area.
Unfortunately, once I left the Target, the man, his van, and his dog where nowhere to be seen. I did a lap around the surrounding block but couldn’t find him. I was disappointed but decided to head home.
On my way back, I passed a corner that I drive by at least twice a day if not more. There’s always a man begging on that corner. He stands there every day with a sign asking for money. He has come up to my car before to beg and I have never given him anything. But today, I had two bags full of “things for a homeless person” in my car and decided what the hell, hopefully this will help him.
So I pulled over, rolled down my window and motioned for him to come closer. I had to reach into my backseat to grab the bags, which was a little bit awkward, but I was able to pass them through the window. He thanked me, placed the bags on a bench, took off his hat and clutched it to his chest, which was interesting because I learned that he was bald under the hat he always wears. I said something like “God bless you, have a nice day!” and drove away.
Once I got home, I looked at the rest of my Target bags and realized that I had the hand sanitizer, toothbrushes, gift cards, and food that I had purchased for him with me still. I had my receipt and found out that I was missing the bag that most of my toiletries were in. I also realized that I had given him all of the dog stuff, despite his lack of dog.
UPDATE: I saw him again today and gave him the back of other items. He laughed and said thanks anyway and that he gave the items he didn’t need to his shelter.
Summary: Roxanne is harassed by a fellow reporter who doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of the word ‘no’. Megamind punches him. Roxanne would like Megamind to admit that this is not exactly standard supervillain behavior.
“Come on, babe, let me take you out,” Bradley-from-Channel-9 says to Miss Ritchi cajolingly.
Megamind, handcuffed and leaning back against police car, rolls his eyes.
Of course, all other newscasters are inherently inferior to Rox—Miss Ritchi. That goes without saying. But Bradley-from-Channel-9 is in a special class all his own. A low class. He’s got that smarmy grin and that perfect newscaster hair (Megamind hates the perfect newscaster hair) and that general air of I’m-so-much-cooler-than-everyone-else that makes Megamind’s skin crawl and reminds him forcibly of shool-age Metro Man.
Metro Man is standing a little way off, talking to another group of fawning reporters. He should have ignored them long enough to make sure Megamind was being arrested properly. The idiot cop that handcuffed Megamind with his hands behind his back—surely everybody knows that you want Megamind’s hands where you can see them?—has now abandoned Megamind beside the police car in favor of trying to get the attention of yet another inferior newscaster, a woman with blonde hair and a grin like a shark wearing lipstick.
Megamind slips the lock picks from his sleeve. He’s totally going to escape before he even gets to jail; this is going to be great.