“When I go to sleep at night, there’s never a day so far where I don’t think of her. And when I think of her, and I hope you can appreciate this mental image, she’s looking down from the celestial stratosphere with those big brown eyes and that sly smile on her face as she lovingly extends me the middle finger.” – Mark Hamill
When I think of her (and I hope you can appreciate this mental image), she’s looking down from the celestial stratosphere, with those big brown eyes and that sly smile on her face as she lovingly extends me the middle finger.
When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. And here today we’re here to celebrate the treasure that was Carrie Frances Fisher.
When I go to sleep at night, there’s never a day so far where I don’t think of her. And when I think of her, and I hope you can appreciate this mental image, she’s looking down from the celestial stratosphere with those big brown eyes and that sly smile on her face as she lovingly extends me the middle finger.” – Mark Hamill
A/N: Ahhh things are getting more exciting :D I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know ^^
The woman smiles at Bucky as he calls
out to her, as if she knew that he was going to approach her. Bucky gives her
an uneasy grin and clears his throat. He’s opening his mouth to tell her
something when she thrusts a business card out at him.
“I have an appointment I have to
attend right now,” she says, not waiting for Bucky to say anything else. And Bucky
feels a shiver go through him. She knew too much, and when she stared into his
eyes it was like she was looking at the deepest parts of him. It unsettled him.
“You can call me next week and we can settle an appointment.”
Request: Could I request a Bucky x
reader fic where the reader totally kicks his ass at a drinking game or pool
and he’s so in awe of her that he flat out admits that he has a crush on her as
she’s celebrating her victory? :)
“Nope, you guys can’t play,” Tony argued, pointing at you
and Clint, “you never miss, so that just sucks all the fun out of it for the
rest of us. Besides, this game of pool
is for cash and posterity, and you’re broke, so…point made.”
Clint snorted in disgust and waved Tony off, shaking his
head and pointing at you with the hand that held his half-empty beer bottle,
“that’s not fair. She misses all the
time, no need to punish me for it.”
BTS reaction to their S/O always puts her hands under their shirt or up their sleeves to feel their skin as a habit
‘’Hello, can you do nct 127+bts reaction to their gf always puts her hands under their shirt or up their sleeves to feel their skin as a habit 😇 thank you in advance’’ ~ @sinerwhoisasin
A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the gifs! They belong to their rightful owners! I also do not own BTS.
Unfortunately. Wish I owned them. So I would never walk alone. Bye.
Jin would be surprised every time it happened at first, but be completely cool with it later on. He is pretty confident over his looks, so if his girlfriend would touch his body too he would only get more confident about himself.
He wouldn’t really like it if you’d put your hand underneath his shirt in public, though. He’d probably quickly push your hands away and make up an excuse why you couldn’t do that. You would understand, though, and feel a little guilty since it was just a habit and you couldn’t really help yourself, either.
If you would up his sleeve, he’d be cool with that, though. And that is what you probably did most of the time. Especially if the two of you went shopping, at some random moment you’d up his sleeve and clung onto his arm, making him laugh out loud.
‘’Ah, Y/N. I don’t wear long sleeves for nothing! It’s cold like this,’’
Wouldn’t mind it at all. Heck, he’d probably love it. Not exactly in a perverted way, though. He would just love it that you liked touching him, even if it was just a weird habit. It was cute in his eyes and there is no way he would ever tease you about it. Maybe in his head a little.
The two of you were just chilling on the couch as you both had a day off for the first time in forever, and you made sure you would spend it in the best way ever - exactly, do nothing. Nothing than just cuddling every now and then as you watched a movie, or a random episode from a random series, and so on.
An action movie was next thing on the list, and the both of you were so into it. All the explosions, gunshots, everything just got you two hooked. You’d snuggle closer against him, and the next thing Namjoon knew was having your hand underneath his shirt which caused him to frown.
‘’Ahh you could’ve just said so, Jagi.’’ He laughed as he pulled up his shirt so you could touch his skin better.
Two things could happen - he could get incredibly shy, or confident. No in between. It would depend on the situation, though. When the other guys were around, he would react shy as the guys would be yelling stuff like: ‘’His abs will get their comeback someday, no need to check everyday.’’ or anything in that line. So he would just laugh it off a bit and try to distract the guys soon after.
However, when the two of you would be alone, it would probably ‘’awaken the beast inside of him’’. You had been bored for a while, but didn’t really want to disturb Jimin, who was reading through a notebook from one of the members which he needed for their next practice.
Yet, after half an hour, the boredom would really start killing you. You’d walk up to Jimin, wrap your arms around his waist and move your hands towards his front. Your hands would quickly make their way to Jimin’s ‘abs’, smiling a little. Jimin put the notebook down as he looked at you,
‘’Aish, Jagi. You know what that does to me, right?’’
And then, there’s Taehyung. He would laugh it off and tease you a little bit, just being playful as heck. Of course he’d still be shy about the fact that you were touching his skin just like that, I mean you could also just touch his cheeks, so why either his arm or belly? Was it more special?
Anyhow, he would still think it was the cutest thing in the world since sometimes you didn’t even notice your habit was showing up and casually touched him like that. Yeah, it could really make this smol baby smile.
You were hanging out with Taehyung and the other guys, having a normal conversation. Nothing special, really. Until you’d suddenly up Taehyung’s sleeve and poke his arm, all focused on that, and that only. Taehyung would laugh and hug you tightly in front of the others.
‘’Ahh see how cute Y/N is? She can’t even take her hands off of me!’’
Shook. End of story. Bye.
No, seriously. Jungkook would be really shook, and have no idea what to do or what to say. Push your hand away? Just smile it off? Say something about it, for example he didn’t like it or that he didn’t mind? That he’d prefer it if you were alone? No idea, he would simply have no idea and just stand there and wait until you’re finished.
So every time, once you were done touching either his arm or his abs, he’d just look at you with a slight grin on his face.
‘’Your habit was showing off again, Y/N. How did it even come to this?’’ he’d tease you a bit in the end, before pulling you into a tight hug.
Okay, I think we all know that Hoseok wouldn’t mind this at all, either. He’d smile brightly and fanboy about you touching him all over just because you felt like it. It was a sign of affection to him, so no way that it would get Hoseok either shocked or surprised. He would really be happy about it.
After a new concept was released, he would take a look at it together with you. This time, instead of fangirling like you usually would, you took a good look at Hoseok’s photoshoot, then to Hoseok himself, his photoshoot and then him again; you decided that after seeing the photos you really just wanted to touch Hoseok’s beautiful skin.
A smile appeared on your face, and you knew that it was just a stupid habit of yours, but you went along with it anyway - Hoseok didn’t seem to mind it, after all. You sat closer to him and quickly slipped both of your hands under his shirt as you smiled brightly.
‘’Hehe, the real thing is the best, yes.’’ You’d saying jokingly.
‘’Jagi, why are you so adorable?’’ Hoseok responded, smooching your whole face affectionately.
He didn’t exactly mind it, as long as you didn’t disturb him while he was resting/sleeping(no one would survive that). Yoongi wouldn’t really feel uncomfortable, but if you did it he would prefer you touched his arms instead of other parts of his body.
So sometimes you’d randomly up his sleeve and stroke his upper arm all the way down to the tip of his middle finger and back, probably smiling like an idiot since Yoongi had an incredibly soft and fair looking skin. Which is also how it felt like - soft.
‘’Y/N. That really tickles, you know? You’re really smiling like an idiot right now. This habit of yours is so weird… ‘’ Yoongi nodded his head a little, trying to hide a smile. ‘’That makes you… you, I guess.’’
Hi! Will u pls do one where the reader is a nurse at alexandria and rick gets hurt and has to come see you so u can bandage him up? And shes younger and has always had a crush on him and he knows but has never acted on it. And maybe while shes helping him they start talking about personal stuff and she gets shy and blushes and hes teasing her about how he knows she likes him or something like that and it ends in super dirty smut?? I hope this makes sense lol. Thank u! 💓
Oh my gosh, this was so much fun to write. Hope I did it justice, anon! 😊
Pairing: Dean x Reader Words: ~1200 Warnings: Smut, oral (giving and receiving), post-sex fluff, Summary: Kinda just a post-sex Dean headcanon but really just an excuse for me to write smut. A/N: This is inspired by the gif you see below and also kinda inspired by this JDM gif set (but specifically the second one) because I may or may not have just found another crisis. Oops. Again, please let me know if you’re on the tag list but aren’t getting the notification.
Dean stayed up late tonight, still sitting at the kitchen table when Sam had already gone to bed hours before. You rubbed your eyes as you walked into the kitchen. You were about to call out to him when you saw that bottom lip poked out to the side. You bit your lip as you walked up behind him, draping your arms on each side of his neck as you leaned down to see what he was reading. “Baby, come to bed.”
“Hold on, sweetheart. I’m almost done.”
You sighed. Pulling out the chair beside him and sitting in it. “Fine. I’ll stay up with you.”
He had already tuned you out, focused on the article he had found. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips. The way his tongue ran across it before he took it between his teeth. You wished he was biting your lip, or that you were biting his. You ran your fingers through the hairs at the base of his neck as he continued reading. You slowly moved closer to him, his lips drawing you in like moths to a flame. You reached over and shut his laptop. “Babe, I wasn’t-“
You cut him off, your lips crashing against his as you moved into his lap. You pulled away just as his tongue touched your lip. “Sorry, what was that?”
Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU) Fandom: MCU Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, mentions of Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing Word Count: 1,637 Requested: Yes! By all of you guys xx Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name
Natasha sat down during lunch the next day, ready to get her French study session over with. She was looking for a little additional help and Clint, the new kid had volunteered his time to help her out. She glanced around the library and quickly spotted his sandy blond hair. “Hi.” She greeted, putting her Prada backpack on the chair next to her as she took a seat opposite Clint. “Do you mind making this quick? Peter Quill and Gamora whats-her-name are having a very dramatic public break-up on the quad… again.” Nat gushed, grinning at the thought of it before taking in Clint’s appearance. She was surprised to see that Clint was actually attractive, unlike some of the tutors at Stark High School.
Clint snapped out of his dreamy gaze on Nat and nodded. “Oh, yeah, um, okay.” He flipped through the French textbook he had gotten just to spend time with Natasha. “I thought that we’d, um, start with pronunciation, if that’s all right with you,” Clint suggested, looking up at Nat to see what she thought.
Nat scrunched up her nose, smoothing her red hair behind her ears. “Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.” She joked, giving Clint a smile that she didn’t realise had him stunned.
“Well, uh, there is an alternative,” Clint said, thinking quick on his feet
This caught Nat’s attention as she sat up straighter in her seat. “There is?”
“Yeah, French food.” Clint smiled. “We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?” he suggested, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“Wait a minute,” Nat requested, letting out a light laugh. “Are you asking me out?” she asked rhetorically before cooing. “That’s adorable. What did you say your name again?” she asked and Clint’s smile fell.
“Clint.” He told her. “Listen, I know that your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class-“
Natasha’s ears perked and she exclaimed. “Oh, wait a minute. Clive…” she began.
“Clint.” He corrected in a mumble.
Nat ignored it. “-My dad just invented a brand new rule. I can date, so long as my sister does, too.” She informed him, smiling at the clueless boy. “The problem is: my sister’s a particularly hideous breed of loser.” Nat spat out, rolling her eyes at the very thought of Y/N.
“I noticed she’s a little… antisocial sometimes,” Clint said, not wanting to agree with Nat, as he didn’t even know Y/N. “Any reason for that?”
Nat sighed, dropping her shoulders into a shrug. “Unsolved mystery.” She mused. “In fact, Y/N was way popular a while ago. Then, one day, out of nowhere, she got sick of it or something and totally changed.” Nat frowned. “But I’m pretty sure she’s just unable to interact with other humans.” She poked fun at her older sister.
A/N: Part 4! Let’s call this one the calm before the storm. 😏 You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X
You’d entered the kitchen with your phone against your ear and a print of your completed script in your hand. You were on the phone with Alex, discussing the meetings he’d line up for you that day. You’d finally finished after months of hard work and were up to meeting with production companies and their chosen directors to make your pitch and hear theirs, as well as decide on who you wanted to trust with 'Charlotte Rose’ as it was a script that meant a lot to you. You’d already declined numerous production companies and their directors with only one company left; 'Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’. You were hoping things would work out, otherwise you were going to have to revisit or put the script aside until the right director came along.
The story was about Charlotte Rose, a blind violinist, who traveled the world inspiring those with disabilities aspiring to be musicians. You’d gotten the idea on your last day in Rome while you were on your romantic trip with your husband. You were checking out of the hotel when you heard beautifully played music coming from the hotel’s café. You’d always loved the melodies that violins offered, so you left Chris to deal with the bags while you made a detour.
It surprised you when you saw that the musician was blind, but what surprised you even more was how kind and positive she was when you spoke with her. You didn’t have a lot of time to speak with her as your cab was waiting for you, but by the end of the ten minute conversation, you’d decided Rosita’s story was one worth telling. You told her you were a screen wright and asked if she would be okay with you loosely basing a story around her. She was very touched by the offer and even gave you her contact detail if you ever needed to ask her any questions about anything. Other than you and Chris, she was the only other person who got to review your script the second you were done with it; you’d personally read the whole thing from cover to cover and recorded it like an audiobook just for her, because without her, you wouldn’t have a story to tell.
“Bud, you can’t just eat all the marshmallows and not the cereal.” You heard Chris tell your son and you looked over at them, chuckling softly while listening to Alex. “You have to eat it all,” Chris pushed the bowl back towards Jack who’d pushed it away after he claimed he was finished with.
“But Daddy, the marshmallows are the only parts I like.” Jack pouted when Chris pointed at the bowl, facials informing your son he had no choice but to finish it. “Fine,” he huffed and picked up his spoon again, passive-aggressively clinking his spoon against his plastic bowl as he ate his- most likely soggy- cereal.
You tuned back into your phone call when you heard Alex ask for your confirmation, “yeah, I’m going to head over now.” You said and Chris looked up at you with narrowed eyes; he, too, had a meeting he had to leave for now. “See you in a bit,” you bid Alex goodbye then hung up.
“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the dining table.
“Hm?” You hummed; you were too busy gathering your materials to look up at him.
“Are you headed out?” He quizzed and you looked up.
“Yeah,” you nodded as you walked over to kiss your boys goodbye. Jack giggled and squirmed away when you tried to give him a playfully loud smack on the cheek, whereas Chris turned his head to have you meet his lips instead. “I’m going to need you to drop Jack off at preschool today, I’ve got a meeting to run to.” You told him and he pressed his lips together. “What?” You felt your eyes narrow at his expression.
“I’ve got a meeting to run to too,” he answered with a wince. “We’re meeting the writer today to try and convince him or her to give us the movie rights. I told you the other night and you said…” He trailed off when he saw realization pool in your eyes and heard you cuss under your breath. “I’m meant to be leaving now, I just thought I’d help get Jack through breakfast seeing as you were still on the phone with Alex.”
“Oh my God, Chris,” you covered your mouth, “I honestly forgot.”
“You know what, it’s fine.” He chuckled and quickly tried to calm things when he saw you start to run a hand through your hair; an obvious tick when you were stressed out. “I’ll call them and tell them I’m going to be la-”
“No,” you shook your head, letting out a quick breath. “I’ll drop Jack off, you go to your meeting.” Chris tried to argue, but you didn’t give him a chance. “It’s fine, babe. You can’t be late for yours whereas I can afford to because they’re trying to win me over.” You chuckled when he did. “Just go, I’ll see you later.”
“I love you,” he quickly pecked you on the cheek as he got to his feet.
“I love you too,” you smiled and gave him a small wave as he rushed for the front door, disappearing around the corner and down the hallway. “Good luck, Captain,” you called, “you’re going to nail it!”
“You too, sweetheart!” You heard him call back then the front door slam shut.
• • • • • • • •
You spotted Alex waiting outside the restaurant as you pulled into the parking lot. You winced when you saw him tap at his watch and quickly mouthed a “sorry” even though he probably couldn’t see what you were saying. You got out of the car, grabbing your bag and files as you did, and made your way over to him.
“I am so sorry, Alex,” you told him and he chuckled softly; he knew you had a hectic schedule so he couldn’t be too mad at you. “Chris had a meeting to get to and I had to drop Jack off at preschool and there was a huge-”
“Don’t worry about it,” Alex cut you off with a smile. “They’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Most of them are parents themselves, so they understand what life is like with kids. Plus they’re all so interested in working with you that you could’ve left them waiting an extra hour and they’d still bend over backwards to get you to sign your script over to them.” You chuckled softly at that. “You’re fine, now let’s go in.” He said and led you inside. “I think you’re going to be very happy with the director they’re offering, it’s someone you’ve been wanting to work with for a while now.”
“I think you should know by now that a name isn’t all that’s going to win me over,” you responded with a chuckle and he nodded, sighing. You’d declined a few big names over the past few days, some you’d dreamed about working with since you started in the industry. “I need to know that I can trust the person with my work, Alex. I’m passionate about telling the story right, so if the director can’t meet my vision then- I’m not going to say yes.”
“I know. But trust me,” Alex bit back his smile as he stopped in front of the door of the private room. “This director is definitely going to meet your vision. He’s got a very unique mindset, one that I believe matches yours perfectly. In fact, I’d say he is worthy of being your soulmate.” He commented and you felt your eyes narrow in confusion. You’d no clue what he was talking about, nor were you in the right mind to figure it out; pregnancy brain was kind of kicking your ass a little. “You’ll see what I mean in a second.” He pushed the door open and stepped aside, holding out an arm to gesture you in first. “After you, Y/N.”
You walked into the room and felt your jaw drop at the sight of your husband sitting amongst a small group of men and women. “Chris?” You narrowed your eyes at him; he looked up at you and felt his own jaw drop. “What is happening here?” You asked as you turned to Alex, who was trying his utmost best not to laugh at your reaction.
“This is why they wouldn’t mention names,” Chris mumbled to himself then smiled when he realized what this meant; you were the mysterious nameless writer they wanted him to work with. “Oh my God,” he slapped his knee, grinning excitedly. “I can’t believe I’m finally going to be able to work with my wife.”
“As you can see, your director will be Chris Evans if you choose to sign on with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer,” Alex informed you, smiling. You chuckled with a shake of your head, smiling at Chris who could not wipe his grin from his handsome face. “I thought I’d keep things fair and keep your husband for the last meeting, otherwise you wouldn’t even give the first five a shot.”
“And what makes you think I’m going to give my husband a shot?” You quizzed, smirking at Chris who was trying hard not to laugh. “Just because he’s my husband doesn’t mean I’m just going to trust him with my work, he’s still going to have to win me over.”
“Your wife is a tough one,” you heard one of the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’s representatives say to Chris and you saw him chuckle and nod in response. “Here we were thinking getting you to direct meant getting her script.” Chris looked up at you, smiling as he chewed on his middle finger. “I guess we were wrong about that,” the man chuckled softly.
“Don’t worry,” Chris dropped his hand, smirking. You bit back your smile as your husband said smugly, “I’m very good at winning her over. Case in point,” he held up his hand, letting his wedding band glisten under the fluorescent light. “Getting her to have a kid was another tough one, but here we are expecting a second one.” You chuckled softly, absent-mindedly smoothing your hand over your belly. “This is going to be a piece of cake. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“If you say so, Captain,” you felt your own smirk appear as you took your seat opposite Chris. You slid copies of your script across the table at your husband and his employers. “Now let’s see what you’ve got to bring to the table.”
(With all the dark and angsty headcanons I’ve been doing lately, I need to do some happy ones otherwise my head will explode)
Headcanon that Tim has a thing for taking candid photos of Stephanie when she doesn’t expect it. He likes to hide where she won’t see him and take pictures of her doing normal everyday things like drinking coffee or folding laundry. He has them all compiled in a huge photo album titled “Stephanie’s Prettiest Moments,” and by now he’s got hundreds of cute photos in there. Some gems:
• A photo of Steph, taken from behind as she dances around the kitchen in sock feet while making pancakes
• Blushing Steph standing in a doorway, trying not to smile as a toothbrush hangs from her mouth and her hand can be seen trying to block her face from the camera
• Steph sleeping on the floor with her legs propped on the couch and Alfred the Cat curled up on her stomach. A book lays sprawled open next to her
• Angry Steph flipping off the camera as Alfred tends to a gunshot wound on her leg. Dick can be seen laughing in the background
• Sick Steph curled up on the couch, snuggled cozily in a blanket so only her eyes and nose are visible. Piles of tissues and stacks of DVDs surround her and steam can be seen from a bowl of soup on the coffee table
• Steph posing with a new CD she got for Christmas, perched happily under the tree with a Santa hat and tinsel wrapped around her neck like a scarf. She’s in fluffy snowman pajamas and reindeer slippers, and there’s the smallest hint of an eggnog mustache on her lip
• Steph early in the morning without any makeup on yet, smiling as she watches cartoons. The photo is taken from around Tim’s body, and his arm can be seen around Steph’s shoulder, so it’s clear that he was trying to be sneaky and took it while they had been cuddling side by side on the couch together
• Steph with tears streaming down her face, in the middle of throwing a pillow at Tim while the ending scene from Toy Story 3 can be seen on the tv in the background
• Steph half asleep with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in her hands, wearing one of Tim’s old shirts that stops at her knees paired with knee length cat socks. Her hair is in a wild disarray, and despite her tiredness she’s giving a small smile to the camera
• Steph sitting in a library, books scattered around her as she reads with a look of intense concentration on her face, her brows wrinkled in thought and her teeth chewing her bottom lip. The camera is angled from just below the table and half the screen is blocked by it, as if Tim was trying very hard not to be seen taking the picture
• Steph trying to get what looks like eggs and flour out of her hair. Various ingredients scatter the kitchen, and one can easily deduce it was taken after a food fight gone wrong. There’s cocoa powder blurring the camera lens, giving the photo an odd appearance
• Steph sitting on a picnic blanket atop some grass, gazing at the sky as pink and green fireworks burst above. It’s dark, so you can see mostly only shadows on her face, but the lights from the fireworks make her eyes appear to glow
• Steph running on a treadmill in workout clothes with ear buds in her ears. The photo’s taken from at least twenty feet away behind an elliptical machine
• This one is taken from what’s obviously the inside of a closet, and you can only see through a small crack in the door. Steph is seen in their bedroom, wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants as she dances around the room and sings into a hairbrush
• Steph with her eyes half closed and pink frosting on the corner of her mouth as she bites into a cupcake
• Steph laying back on a beach towel, wearing a purple bikini and sunglasses. She can obviously see Tim taking her picture, but she’s too busy relaxing to care
• There’s one photo where it’s actually Tim in the shot, and this one was clearly taken by Stephanie. Tim’s sleeping with his head on multiple papers and files on his desk, a cold cup of coffee and some old takeout containers beside him
• Steph sleeping sprawled out and taking up the entire bed, her hair tangled around the pillow like golden seaweed and the covers in a heap on the floor, likely after being kicked off in her sleep
• Steph sitting on top of Damian, who’s red faced and looks ready to kill. The shot is blurry, as though the person with the camera was laughing when he took it
• This shot is blurry as well. It’s a close up selfie of Steph’s face with Tim’s face rushing into the frame, planting a huge impromptu kiss on her cheek. Steph looks surprised, as if shocked out of focus, and one can easily deduce that Tim snuck up on her for a peck
• Steph from behind in a long mauve gown, her arms up and her fingers working intricately on her hair. Her face cannot be seen, and she’s too busy concentrating to notice that Tim’s in the room. There’s a floor length mirror in the frame, so you can see Tim as well, clad in a nice tux and his hair gelled back with a camera in hand
• A blurry photo of Steph laughing, her nose crinkled and her eyes shut as she giggles at something funny Tim said
• One is taken by Cass, who hijacked Tim’s camera and snuck up on the couple, getting a shot of them with their faces an inch away from each other, caught as they leaned in for a kiss
• Steph leaning over the back of the chair to the batcomputer as Bruce points to something on the screen. Jason is next to Steph, but he’s the only one who noticed Tim and his camera. He’s smiling wryly as he holds up the middle finger with one hand and gives Steph bunny ears with the other
• Steph in the middle of the ocean, awkwardly surfing a high wave. The shot is angled as though Tim was dropping the camera as it was taken, likely to help Steph out because she’s actually falling off the surfboard
• Steph in the opposite end of a booth at a diner, grinning and laughing as Tim’s finger dots a dollop of whipped cream on the tip of her nose
Summary: Ian stops by Mickey’s work, and everyone finds out that he’s gay.
Word Count: 1036
Notes: Thanks so much for almost 400 followers :) I’m so sorry I meant to post this so long ago and I forgot it was in my drafts
Mickey’s been working at a mechanic shop for the past two months, and he liked the environment, he just prefered to keep to himself. No one really knew anything about him. His coworkers were very friendly and often made small talk with him, but that was the extent of it.
When people did start asking about his personal life, he got anxious and paranoid as usual. “So how come your girlfriend don’t ever come around?” Rich raised his eyebrows at Mickey.
Mickey snorts uncomfortably. “Because I don’t fuckin’ got a girlfriend,” he snapped.
All of the other workers shared the same confused expression. “Then how come you walk in with hickies every week?” Rich asked blatantly.
“And you– who never smiles– walk in with a big grin on your face every morning. That has to be from someone,” his manager, Lydia, presses. Why the fuck are they so nosey?
“Didn’t say I don’t got someone. I do have someone,” Mickey informed them and their eyebrows seemed to raise even higher. They aren’t the brightest bunch so none of them would assume he’s gay.
Rich opens his mouth again. “Well can we meet the girl some day?” He seems over interested which lays weird with Mickey.
Mickey rolls his eyes at their stupidity and gets back to work. He has plan of having Ian drop his lunch off at work one day during the week so people know– because who wouldn’t want to show off the beautiful Ian Gallagher. Anyone who has a problem with it will have to face the two of them.
* * *
Two days later, Mickey walks into work with a genuine smile on his face. Ian gave him the best hummer before he left for work. “That a smile on your face, Milkovich?” Lydia asked with wonderment.
Mickey chucked the middle finger at his manager, but maintained the grin. “Fuck off,” he said with no threat or meanness in his voice.
“Must be that girl you guys were talkin’ about the other day,” Isaac chimed in. He was a nosey little fucker just like the other two.
Lydia shook her head. “He says he don’t got a girl,” she says to Isaac who a baffled tone. “Clearly he does though– I mean c’mon, Mickey, you’re not fooling us.”
“I don’t,” Mickey chuckles and starts working.
The next couple hours go by extremely quickly. When Mickey checks the time he knows that Ian’s going to be here any minute, so as everyone started to eat, he busied himself.
Suddenly the door opened and in came a tall redhead with shining green eyes. “Damn,” Lydia breathlessly whispered which propelled Mickey to make it known that Ian was his.
“Hey, Mick,” Ian started. “I got your–” He gets cut off by a long and welcoming kiss. When they separate there’s a big smile on both of their faces. After all their time together they never really got used to public signs of affection.
Mickey grabs the lunch bag from Ian’s hand. “Thanks for the lunch.” Ian nods.
When the two boys turn their gaze to the other three workers, they have extremely wide eyes.The workers seem to be at loss for words until Rich opens his mouth. “You have a boyfriend?” He asked in shock.
Mickey nods. “I got a fuckin’ boyfriend, and if any of you assholes got an issue with it, say it to my face.” His voice is threatening, and Ian can’t help but smirk from behind him.
“No! We don’t have a problem with it! Just shocked is all,” Lydia comes to her own and her workers defense. “What’s your name, hot thing?” Lydia smiles at the redhead.
He chuckles. “I’m Ian,” he waves at everyone.
Lydia nods and introduces herself and the other workers. “So how long have you been together?”
“Twelve years,” Mickey told them. He was oddly okay with telling them about this private part of his life.
Everyone shocked expressions turn to amusement and even more confusion. “How’s the even possible? You’re still young,” Isaac says in disbelief.
Ian chuckles. “I was fifteen when we got together.” His voice is proud.
“Oh, shit! So you two are like in it for good now,” Rich says. Mickey and Ian both nod, sharing a pleased look. “Who the hell would of thought the scariest and rudest guy in this shop has a soft spot?”
Once again, Mickey chucks the finger at his coworker. He can’t deny the statement though. Ian fondly smiles at the interaction between Mickey and the other workers. “No one ever gets to see that side of him but me,” Ian informed them.
“Wait, wait. I got a real question,” Isaac started with a grin that Mickey immediately rolled his eyes at. The couple knew what question was coming for them. “Who tops?”
Lydia and Rich burst out in laughter at their friends question. “It’s gotta be Mickey!” Rich says.
“Fuck no! It’s definitely Ian. Mickey’s probably a bossy bottom though,” Lydia says in a convincing tone.
The three other workers then stay in an argument about who tops and who bottoms, which Mickey normally gets angry at but he knows it’s all jokes. He turns his head to Ian who is looking at him in an unexplainable way. “The fuck you lookin’ at?”
“Just proud of you. I know you still worry about coming out and all,” he responds. “And it’s nice seeing you interact with people other than our family,” Ian says jokingly, but Mickey knows he means it.
“It’s nice being safe for once,” Mickey says with a dry chuckle before Ian kissed his forehead. He didn’t realize the other three workers ended their pointless argument to watch and listen to them until they heard the sound of Lydia’s joyful shriek.
“Awe,” Lydia dragged out. “My husband doesn’t kiss my forehead like that anymore and we’ve only been together for four years,” she wiped away fake tears to emphasize how cute she thought it was. “So fucking adorable!”
Ian laughed happily and Mickey blushed. Thankful was short of the correct feeling for Mickey right now. Though he wouldn’t outright show it, he was ecstatic that his coworkers accepting him as the person he was.