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fuzztacular · 2 months

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Have you ever thought about the fact that not only did Tsukki have to deal with the fact that Hinata's idol "the little Giant" took Akiteru's place, that Hinata's constantly threatening to take Tsukki's place too, but the fact that when everyone got better and he only slowly managed to pick up speed too (the training camp arc) and he actually got some recognition for that with the youth camp.... Hinata showed up there too and stole the show? Like, I know he likes to be mean, but don't you think there's some deep insecurity hidden behind all that?

Yay Tsukki! I find him to be a very interesting character! And I love this question! Honestly I think his insecurities about Akiteru kind of helped him with any internal issues he might have had with Hinata, maybe not in a healthy way though. Let me explain.

Kei had admired his brother from a young age, everything his brother did was cool, especially when it concerned volleyball. He either grew to enjoy the sport or wanted to be like his big brother, one or the other.

Then his brother chooses Karasuno and the team does well. Kei must be so proud of his big brother playing for a team like that, making that team stronger with his ability. And Akiteru is so embarrassed and hurt about that not being the case that he's willing to hide the truth and push Kei away rather than risk his reputation with his little brother. And poor Tsukki doesn't realize there's anything amiss.

I wonder if Tsukki regrets going to that Karasuno game? Would he have rather not found out about his brother's lie? Kept believing in the illusion that his older brother was as strong of a player as he presumed. Kept following in his footsteps and holding him in such a high regard.

Regardless, he did go and he got the rug pulled out from under him by the truth. Poor little Kei was devastated. Did he understand why Akiteru lied to him? What reasoning did a heartbroken young brother attribute to his older brother's actions? Did he view it as anything more than Akiteru's pride keeping the truth from him? Kei's trust in his brother was absolutely shattered by that point. Did he recognize his brother's bitter maybe even hopeless desire to make a spot for himself on the court?

If Kei didn't right then, he would've after seeing Akiteru sobbing on his bedroom floor that one time. At that time, to little Kei, high school would have been viewed as the big leagues. And Kei's big brother, the one he perceived as practically perfect, couldn't manage to make it in a sport he obviously loved. He saw how much Akiteru's own failures devastated his older brother. And Kei is a smart kid. I see him as someone able to learn from other people's missteps. He sees how much emotional anguish his brother is going though and he comes to the conclusion that emotionally distancing himself will prevent that kind of pain for himself in the future.

There may even have been that little voice in the back of his mind telling him that if his practically perfect older brother couldn't master this sport then how much of a shot did he have? Or maybe it just put everything into perspective. High school isn't the big leagues, his brother is far from perfect, and volleyball is just an extra curricular activity, just an after school club like any other. I think how whole view on life as he knew it was shaken.

If that doesn't kill one's love of the game what would? I wonder if he considered quitting volleyball himself? Or maybe he just didn't see the point in any of what Akiteru put himself through. Why would someone be willing to put that much of themself, to the point of emotional anguish, into something as miniscule as a game. Did Kei think his brother intentionally mislead him because of Akiteru's own pride, that he would rather Kei kept looking up to him rather than admit his own shortcomings?

What I'm getting at is Tsukki is already kind of messed up about how he views competition and volleyball before he even meets Hinata or joins Karasuno. I think part of why he doesn't get along with Kageyama is because he sees that same obsession with volleyball that led to he and his brother falling out. And they did have a falling out, even if it was Kei silently avoiding his brother and not a shouting match or Kei hurling accusations. There's no way Akiteru and Kei's relationship was nearly as strong after Kei discovered that deception.

So to go to Karasuno himself, also join the volleyball club, and find out there were people just as obsessed with volleyball. Not only did their obsession confuse him, both Kageyama and Hinata had both already been hurt by the game they love so much, Kageyama shooting himself in the foot with his perfectionism and Hinata so incredibly desperate to play despite not having enough skill, both being a little too similar to Akiteru's high school situation.

I think that first 3 on 3 match was the deciding factor for Tsukki's reluctance to push himself for most of their first year. I don't recall if Hinata had mentioned the tiny giant around Tsukki prior to or during that initial match, but he would've recognized that burning desire to play in Hinata. I don't know if he equated him as being a rival so much as him having the personality flaw of loving something that will eventually just hurt you. I almost think Tsukki took on the view that anyone who puts more than a modicum of effort into a sport is just waiting to be emotionally devastated when their career doesn't go the way they expect.

So that 3 on 3 match was a test for Tsukki. He would put in a certain amount of effort, if he won he could gloat over Kageyama and Hinata, really show them why their point of view on volleyball was flawed. If he lost, no big deal, he refused to care that much, wouldn't allow himself to care like Akiteru had. He didn't put everything he had into it, because if he did and his team still failed then his best wouldn't be enough and he risked being hurt in the same way Akiteru had been.

I think Hinata did threaten him, but not in the way you expect. I think his obvious love of the game and persistence in getting better made Tsukki realize that maybe his beliefs were incorrect. So many people he met through the club were just as infatuated with volleyball as his brother had been, but they weren't hurting because of it. Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Kuroo, and so many other were thriving. I'm sure that is what has him second guessing everything he thought he knew yet again.

Hell, even Tadashi was putting so much extra effort and feelings into making a spot on the court for himself, and Tadashi knew what happened to Akiteru. I'm Kei's opinion, Tadashi should have known why it was dangerous to put that much of yourself into something as arbitrary as a school club. Yet he did it anyways and then months later had the nerve to call Tsukki's own apathy on the subject into question.

So as to your original question, maybe a small already repressed part of Tsukki's mind might have felt that insecurity when it came to Hinata being in direct competition to himself, but I think the main problem was Tsukki's view on competition as a whole. He didn't even give himself the option to compete with Hinata as that would have proved himself correct in seeing volleyball as not worth the possible heartache of having his pride dented. I think he told Asahi something similar. People, himself included, didn't expect much from him while he was on the court, he just had to hold down the fort until Hinata was back.

In fact it wasn't until after he decided to actually start putting in effort that he saw Hinata as a rival instead of just some idiot on the team that happened to play the same position. For example, right before the Shiritorizawa match, Hinata had asked Tsukki if he could stop Ushiwaka. Tsukishima stated he hated when other people told him he couldn't do something. I don't know if he would have responded that way before he decided to put effort into getting better, I don't know that he would have let himself care about Hinata's sudo insult to his ability.

Tadashi, having known him for a while, could pick up on his competitive nature. But I wonder how much of that Tsukki had abandoned after what happened with Akiteru. I would assume quite a bit if his team's loss of the 3on 3 game was any indication. Sure he was slightly annoyed, but I don't think he allowed himself to care as much as he would have otherwise. In Tadashi's perspective, was Tsukki re-emerging from his metaphorical shell when he started showing his competitive side again, when he started really trying to get better?

I think by the time Tsukishima accepted Hinata as a rival and possible replacement, he'd already passed Hinata's defensive abilities. I think he recognized Hinata's more offensive style as opposed to his own defensive specialties. So maybe he already saw that they weren't in direct competition for a spot on the court. Maybe by time the first year training at Shiritorizawa came along, he just saw Hinata as a means to increase his own proficiencies.

I like to think Tsukishima did eventually notice the parallels between Akiteru and the tiny giant and he and Hinata. But by time he let himself care about the competitive nature of their relationship, he was already becoming more confident in his abilities. Maybe understanding that his situation was different than Akiteru's, or maybe that the lessons he'd learned at a young age were incorrect.

I think ultimately he learned that the feeling of being overshadowed isn't necessarily a negative one. And that instead of immediately surrendering, he has the option to push back. And more importantly, he isn't afraid of that option anymore.

#tsukishima kei #haikyuu #this one got away from me a little bit #but do i regret it #absolutely not #love is analyzing someone under a magnifying glass like a bug #he might catch on fire a little bit as a result but that's a risk I'm willing to take 😈

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allylikethecat · 5 months

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i hate inflicting more pain onto him but you do "insecure matty comforted by g" so well, could we get a little snippet on him reacting to all the "twink death" posts on twitter 🥹

HELLO KIND ANON!

Thank you so much for going rogue and just like... sending me a prompt that wasn't on any kind of list. If anyone else wants to just... send me a prompt situation from the depths of their mind I am HERE and READY for it!

This little snippet ended up being 2k words and I'm not totally sure how that happened and I was going to try and cut it down some but then decided that this was my blog so I can do what I want and we are full send posting the entire thing. I'm not sure if this is what you are looking for, but here we are! Also I mean no offense to anyone with this one (Fictional!Matty per the prompt is upset about the Twink Death posts and it sends him spiraling about his relationship with fans and also fictional!George) and I hope you enjoy it! Also I 100% made up the twitter handle and I mean no offense if there is anyone out there with that handle.

Thank you so much and let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore. His therapist had told him so, George had told him so. Social media was a cesspool, it wasn’t real life, and it only ever served to bring him down. Matty knew he had an addictive personality, and a short attention span, so sometimes it felt like social media had been made just for him, projecting colorful, easily digestable, bite size bits of information right to his brain. (Rationally he knew that was the entire point of an algorithm but that didn’t mean it made him feel any less special.)

Scrolling through Twitter was like pressing on a bruise, he couldn’t help but love the sting even though it only hurt him. Whenever he went on Twitter he ended up doom scrolling until he sent himself into a depressive spiral, focusing on all the people who hated him and wanted him to overdose and die, which he then coped with by getting drunk and posting the wrong thing.

Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore, but George was distracted and Matty was too tired to even sleep and apparently a masochist as he settled onto the hotel bed and re-downloaded the app, a white X on a black background instead of the blue bird he had grown to love to hate. He logged in quickly with one of his many burner accounts, a ‘75 fan account that no one had even joking speculated was actually him. A tingling thrill of anticipation moved up his spine, not unlike the buzz he used to feel when he went out to score, as his feed loaded. He quickly glanced over at George guilty, who was still staring intently at his laptop, sitting at the hotel desk, headphones on, working on something. He felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar, just asking to be caught and disciplined.

Confident that George wouldn’t be paying him any mind, at least for a little while, Matty began scrolling. There were fans proclaiming their love for him, and that they wanted to have his babies, invasive fan theories about him and Ross of all people that couldn’t be further from the truth, pictures of Taylor in Brazil, then more pictures of her pretending she gave a rat's arse about football. Sandwiched between a gif of a cat falling off of the counter and a tweet proclaiming Jack Antanoff a chaos gremlin Matty saw it.

He nearly scrolled past the two pictures posted side by side. If he was going to be naughty and looking through twitter, he was going to at least try and avoid too much of his own press, but he couldn’t help but stop. It was a picture of him from 2014, he was on stage, clutching a microphone and a cigarette in the same hand, his pale blue button down half unbuttoned and nearly slipping off his shoulder, his collar bone jutting out razor sharp. His curls were overgrown and unbrushed, falling around his face, a dark curtain he used to desperately hide behind. He had a vague memory of that day, at least he thought it might have been that day. He had been wearing that shirt the first time George kissed him for real. It had been the last time he had worn the shirt as well, the buttons hadn’t survived George’s eager hands.

The other picture was from a few nights ago, a tight gray tee shirt clinging to his chest and biceps, the mustache he had grown back at George’s sheepish request twitched in amusement. He looked so much healthier in the second photo, and he was surprised to see it, surprised to see how stark the contrast was. He was pleased that the fans were seeing it too, that they were seeing how much work he had been putting into himself. He wasn’t hiding behind his hair anymore, hence the shorter curls. He was eating better, he was working out. He was trying not to drink as much, he was trying not to smoke as much. He was, after years of therapy, and a few hospital stays that he was happy never actually made it into the press, and more patience and support from George than Matty was sure he deserved, he was actually doing well. The new combination of medication was helping, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Then he saw the caption. Twink Death. He blinked. What did they mean, twink death. He was actively taking steps to better himself and healyslut69 was clearly being ridiculous, acting like a piece of him had died. He was the same person, he just wasn’t twenty five and addicted to smack anymore. Not that he had ever been a twink in the first place. He was a manly man, thank you very much. He clicked on the tweet, eager to scroll through the thread and see the replies calling out healyslut69 for being absolutely ridiculous. Twink Death, he scoffed, absolutely ridiculous. That was until he saw that all of the replies were in agreement with healyslut69. They were all mourning his alleged twink death.

He let out a little whine of frustration, then quickly glanced up from his phone to make sure George hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, George was still engrossed in whatever track he was working on, headphones on, clicking away. This is absolutely ridiculous, Matty thought, thumbing away from the thread to go back to his feed. This group of fans didn’t know what they were on about. He frowned as he saw another post relating to the topic, then another, and then another. He swallowed hard. Maybe healyslut69 wasn’t the one that was wrong. Maybe he was.

He scrolled up, finding the original tweet once again. He looked at the two photos, bringing his phone up closer to his face to examine them as if he wasn’t looking at the face he saw in the mirror every morning. Maybe he didn’t look like the same person anymore. Maybe it was more than just getting clean, cutting his hair and gaining at least a stone. Maybe a piece of him really had died. He swallowed hard, his thick smoker’s saliva catching in his throat causing him to cough wetly. At that George did turn his head, lifting one of the headphones away from his ear.

“You ‘right?” George asked, frowning, as he took in the look on Matty’s face.

Matty quickly waved him off. “Yeah, just swallowed wrong,” he said, flashing George a thumbs up.

George frowned but turned back to his laptop anyway and Matty went back to his phone, clicking on the original tweet must have triggered something in his algorithm because he was suddenly bombarded with posts about how much he had changed, how much the fans wanted the “old Matty back” how they wanted to “Make Matty Gay again” as if he wasn’t in a fucking relationship with a man and had been for the past nine years.

The more he read the more the self doubt started creeping in. It was slow at first, and he almost didn’t notice it. It was like frostbite, creeping through his body, overwhelming his senses without him even realizing until it was too late. He pressed the side button to lock his phone and tossed it onto the bed, where it proceeded to slide off the sheets and land on the floor with a clatter. He let out a groan of frustration and self pity, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. He just couldn’t fucking win.

“Okay,” said George, taking his headphones completely off and spinning around in the swivel chair to look at Matt, quickly glancing at his phone on the floor, then back to Matty. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” said Matty stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling ridiculous for even being upset that some faceless fan account was mourning his supposed “twink death,” even as his lower lip began to tremble. Fuck Matty though, unable to meet George’s gaze and the loving concern he knew he was going to see painted across his face. He was going to start crying. He froze, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. What if George didn’t find him as attractive anymore, what if George missed how he used to look, all skinny and delicate, with long messy hair, sucking on a cigarette instead of eating breakfast, lunch or dinner.

What if that was why their sex life had gotten less active as they got older. They still had plenty of sex, and Matty had always been satisfied, but what if that was the reason the shirt destroying urgency was gone, what if that was why George wasn’t tossing him onto the nearest surface at every opportunity anymore. Matty had thought they were just getting older, maturing, leveling out, but what if George just wasn’t as attracted to him anymore?! What if that was why George had wanted him to grow the mustache, what if he was trying to find some new way to make sleeping with him less of a chore.

Matty couldn’t help it, he looked up, at kind, sweet, understanding and supportive George, who forced himself to fuck him even though he wasn’t attracted to him anymore, and instantly burst into the tears he had been fighting.

George blinked in surprise, clearly he hadn’t been expecting that. He stood up, closing the distance between them as he sat down next to Matty on the bed, carefully pulling him into his arms even as Matty kept his hands pressed to his face.

“What’s wrong, love,” said George softly, rubbing a large hand in careful circles against Matty’s back. “Did something happen? Is your family okay?”

Guilt burned in Matty’s stomach, as he pressed his hand to his mouth as if he could push all the upset back inside of his chest, as if he could swallow it back down to his belly where it belonged.

“They’re fine,” Matty said with a hiccup, “I’m fine, sorry, fuck, I’m fine,” he rubbed at his eyes, even as his breath hitched, “you can get back to work, I’m fine.”

“Matthew,” said George softly, pulling Matty’s hands away from his face. “Something is clearly wrong, what can I do to help?”

George’s kindness just made Matty cry harder, burying his face in George’s shoulder. He knew he was being extremely dramatic and over the top right now, crying because some fans on the internet were mourning his alleged “twink death” was ridiculous even for him. But it wasn’t just about the fans on the internet, it was hundreds of little things he had pushed down until he just couldn’t take it anymore and it all boiled over. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be famous anymore, he wasn’t sure he ever had.

It was the fans that seemed to hate him always criticizing his outfit choices, the ones complaining about the set lists he painstakingly put together, the ones who complained that he didn’t talk enough during gigs, and the ones who complained when he did. It was the fans, and not fans, that took every word he had ever spoken ever, and twisted it round in circles until it didn’t even make sense anymore. It was the ones accusing him of being the worst person alive. It was the ones wishing death upon him and his loved ones. It was the way that no matter what he did, no matter how much of himself he gave to the masses, it was never enough and never what they wanted. He was just so fucking tired, and seeing that tweet broke something inside of him in a way that he hadn’t been expecting. It filled him with even more self loathing and doubt, why had he even bothered to get clean, why had he even bothered to try and get healthy, everyone liked him better strung out anyway it seemed.

“Just some dumb fans on the internet,” said Matty quietly, trying to get his breathing under control, George was still rubbing his back soothingly.

“Matty,” said George sadly, his heart breaking. He wasn’t going to address the fact that they both already knew Matty wasn’t supposed to be looking at Twitter.

“Do you,” said Matty, pulling away slightly, needing to hear the words straight from George’s mouth, needing to rip the bandaid off. If George didn’t like him like this he would figure it out. He’d lose the weight again, he’d grow out his hair. “Do you,” he swallowed hard, “do you still like me?”

“What kind of absolute bullshit question is that?” George asked, “of course I like you Matty, I fucking love you.”

Matty swallowed again, weighing his words. “Are you, are you still attracted to me?”

“Jesus Christ Matty,” said George, “what is this about? Yes I’m very much still attracted to you, always have been and always will be.”

“Even though I’m not as,” Matty could bring himself to say the word, “delicate anymore?” he asked instead.

“What do you mean?” George asked not following along. Matty sighed and pulled away from George’s arms, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve his phone. He unlocked it, keeping his eyes down cast as he handed it to George.

George frowned, looking over the tweet, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows. He relocked Matty’s phone without saying a word and reached over to set it on the nightstand.

“I,” said George leaning in and pushing Matty onto his back so he could hover over him. “Love you.” He kissed Matty’s deeply, licking into his mouth, before nipping lightly on his lower lip. “And I will always love you and think you’re the sexiest man alive.”

“Even though I’m not a twink anymore?” Matty couldn’t help but ask even as he felt George’s erection digging into his thigh.

George snorted. “If anything, it’s even hotter that I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”

Matty couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face, and George couldn’t help but kiss it away.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #this one got away from me a little bit #and its so long i actually decided to be a grown up and use the read more function on tumblr lol #probably should have just put it on ao3 #but thats okay its here #but its funny because the last one i should have put on ao3 i should have put on tumblr lol #ALSO just want it to be clear #i absolutely adore writing fictional!matty and fictional!george together #and will continue to do so #BUT i am very aware that its just fiction #and i am so irrationally overly happy that irl george and charli are engaged #like i feel like my friends just got engaged i am so happy for them #that's why this is fanFICTION #emphasis on fiction #its all fake and for my own amusement #no part of me thinks its real #even if it is sometimes inspired by real events #anyway i hope you like it lol #prompt fill #prompt fills

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you-show-me-love · 2 years

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Hi there Chaos 42. they're secretly in the mafia and instead of freaking out their partner is a little too okay with it please? 🥰

they're secretly in the mafia and instead of freaking out their partner is a little too okay with it

Aka 5 Times Ian Thought Mickey was Acting Suspicious + 1 Time Ian Knew Exactly What Mickey was Up To

Ian was just looking for the spare towels honest to god. Mickey was finally inviting him over aftering dating for like a year and he didn't want to lose that privilege because his morning shower left a big puddle of water on the bathroom floor. Really he was just looking for a towel and he found it…but he also found something hidden between the folds.

"What the fuck?" Ian murmured to himself as he picked up the heavy, cold, and loaded pistol. He turned his wrist to inspect it from every angle before shaking his head.

"I don't have time to unpack this." He concluded, setting it back down in the cabinet and taking the towel to the sopping wet floor.

Ian groaned as he rolled over, still half asleep and barely catching sight of his boyfriend out of bed in the darkness.

"Mickey?"

Warm, dry lips pressed quickly to his.

"Go back to sleep. Just gotta take care of something real fast."

This close Ian could see Mickey dressed in a full suit.

"Why are you dressed like that? What time is it?"

Mickey put a hand on his chest and forced him to lay back down. Once he was sure Ian wouldn't get back up he removed his hand. Ian waited to fall asleep until after Mickey was gone.

Ian was weirded out. He kept feeling eyes on him everywhere. Mickey didn't seem to notice or maybe he didn't care. Why was everyone in this restaurant watching them?

"Mickey…"

"It's all good, Red." Mickey didn't even look up from his steak, but after the silence that followed he set down his silverware and reached toward Ian, palm facing up. Ian rested his hand right on top and watched Mickey's fingers curl over his.

"We're safe. Promise."

"Safe from what?" Ian asked, not feeling any better from these assurances. There were just more questions. Where did Mickey sometimes go at night? Why were their guns and knives hidden all over his house? Who or what were they safe from?

"Refill boss? I-I mean sir?" Their waiter's face paled as he awaited Mickey's answer. But Mickey didn't even acknowledge him, he just kept looking into Ian's eyes and rubbing his thumb across the back of Ian's hand. Eventually, maybe after seeing something in Ian's eyes that satisfied him, he let go of Ian and went back to his meal, nodding at the "waiter" to refill his drink.

Mickey had told Ian to stay upstairs but it's been hours and Ian is starving. There was leftover pizza in the fridge. He could just run down, grab it, and run right back up and Mickey would be none the wiser.

Ian's halfway down the stairs when he hears the murmur of conversation in the living room. The kitchen is on the opposite side of the stairs so Ian wasn't going to disrupt anything.

Pizza box in hand Ian was ready to run back upstairs when he heard his name. Unable to stick with his plan he set the pizza box down at the base of the stairs and crept silently toward the din of noise.

The second Ian crossed the threshold into the living room the noise stopped and all eyes were on him. He swallowed heavily as his eyes swiveled to each blank face until he reached the one he loved. Mickey looked as impassive as the rest of them, but his eyes were heated in a way Ian knew meant he fucked up.

"Sorry." Ian blushed and retreated backward, too freaked out to take his pizza box with him.

The thing is Ian wasn't stupid. He was a little slow on the uptake sometimes yeah but he wasn't an idiot. He needed to talk to his boyfriend about all he's seen, all that's been running through his brain. Opening the door to their place Ian planned to change out of his work clothes, track Mickey down, and finally get some answers.

Except when the door was finally opened he found himself faced with yet more questions. There at the base of the stairs lay Mickey, breathing heavily and clutching his side, his fingers wet with fresh blood.

"Baby?" Ian rushed toward Mickey, falling on his knees before him.

"Baby? Hey come on Mick, answer me." Ian begged, shaking him by the shoulders until his eyes opened.

"Hey." Mickey groaned with a weak smile. "Think you can take on more patient before your shift ends?"

Ian rolled his watery eyes and gingerly pulled Mickey's messy hand away from his side.

"You got shot, Mickey!" Ian's breath caught at the sight of the wound.

"Yeah. Yeah I know I got shot."

Mickey gave him a look. A look of resignation, of contemplation, of affection, of finality. He brought his bloodied hand up to Ian's cheek, holding Ian's eyes to his with the movement. After what seems like hours he let his hand and gaze fall from Ian, blood loss sending him into darkness.

The bright lights made it impossible for Mickey to fall back asleep and now that he was awake he was sore and uncomfortable. He groaned, squinting his eyes open to get his bearings. Great, the hospital. The last place he should be.

"Hey, take it easy." His boyfriend cooed softly at his side. It reminded Mickey of home, of Ian wrapped around him keeping him warm, safe, and loved.

Opening his eyes fully he took in the bright red hair, countless freckles, and wide green eyes. He was still in his EMT uniform, still smeared with Mickey's blood. He hadn't left Mickey's side. Mickey didn't want him to leave. Ian didn't deserve to be lied to anymore. He deserves the chance to love Mickey fully, for all he is.

"Ian, I have to tell you something important." He starts before clearing his throat and accepting the offered cup of water. Taking long pulls of cool water from the straw he took a moment to look at Ian one more time, in case it was the last time he ever got to look. Steeling himself he pushed the water away from his face and sat up as best he could with a hole in his gut.

"Listen, I'm just gonna say it. I'm mafia. A mobster. Certified gangster."

Ian put his cup down slowly, silently. Mickey felt thirsty all over again, throat dry and heart unmoving in his chest. Ian pulled his chair closer, sat down, and took Mickey's hand in his.

"I know. Well, I didn't know know but I know now."

Mickey looked at his hand cradled in Ian's, the hold delicate but firm like he didn't plan on going anywhere.

"You cool with that?"

Ian shrugged, "Can you promise not to get shot again?"

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #gallavich fanfic #chaos writes #ask #tumblr prompt #prompts #gallavich fic prompt #this one got away from me a little bit #but I like it

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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I wish you would write a fic where... TK and Carlos talk about having a family together / adopt a child.

I love the idea of Tarlos with kids.

They had talked about it once, at the beginning of their relationship but hadn't touched on it much sense. TK wasn't sure why neither one of them had brought it up again, maybe the time was never right or there was just too much going on.

But now, watching Carlos hold a little girl at the scene, he had an ache in his heart that demanded that he bring up the topic of having a family with Carlos. Carlos looks so perfect, so natural, holding the little girl that TK can't help but think about what he would look like if he was holding their own child.

The rest of his shift was consumed with thinking about Carlos with the kid. He's happy when the shift is over so he can rush home to Carlos - not unusual, really - so that he can ask the question that's been burning in his mind all day.

"Do you still want kids?" TK blurts out shortly after he gives Carlos a kiss on the cheek.

Carlos looks at him, amused, "Hello to you too. Where is this coming from?"

"I was watching you at the scene today. You were holding a little girl and it just reminded me that we haven't had the family conversation in awhile."

Carlos loops his arms around TK's waist. "I do want kids with you. Do you want kids?"

TK nods, "I do."

I wish you would write a fic where...

#chaotic asks #this one got away from me a little bit #lol #i didn't mean for it to be this long #hope you like it!

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juicywizards · 1 month

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modern day saint sebastian

#the whole idea was ''what if st sebastian but cursors instead of arrows'' and i will be the first to admit it got away from me a little bit.#my art #original art #i forgor how to tag original art uuuuh #webcore #sure #2000s #digital art #yeah ok lets go #nervous abt this one!#st sebastian #saint sebastian

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ryllen · 1 month

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Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

#letterstoear #nui #twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #twst grim #mod posting #okay but i love squishing the bears with my thumb; they just have the right thickness to be pressed on #i really like the flower stickers; they look like romantically artistic wax seal #the letters are pleasantly nice #i love the part where cheka personally request for an audience with yuu thru sebek 🥺🥺🥹🥹 too cute hnggh .......#sebek becoming our little mailman for our little invitation aw 🥹 for those who wanna know the context of the letter;#i requested a letter from sebek that he sent home while he was away accompanying malleus on other country duty #my other favorite part is just him simply opening the letter with 'My love'#i'm sealed 🥹 the first paragraph is written so sweetly #i enjoy reading the letter slowly outside in peaceful afternoon today; i ran it through together with sebek nui #this will be my treasured keepsake from now on 🥹; it seriously made me miss letters and wish i have someone to send this kind of letter to #it was a bit funny how the envelope sebek's letter came from is sticked with the guys from free! sticker fhsdsh 🤣😂#and me with the white haired guy like WHo are u?? fsjdsdjsd (´つヮ⊂); but it's a really nice service #the thank you letter came with such a cute and yummy folding paper; thank you for the stickers too #i feel like there's a bit whoopsie on grim's winky eye fshfh like i think the sharpie just blurs the separating space '<' supposed to have #and just combine it all together into one angry eye; and sebek bear's eyes are just a little bigger than i expected it to be #but the more i look at them i think they are just having a little individuality & still cute #i embraced it all together while knowing the fact none of handmade thing would always be the same one with the other; hehe sebek nui has fr #i kinda forget that there's this kind of clip earring fshd; because i always get the ones that work like screw from aliexpress #i know that the literal clip one would just be literal meaning of pain fsh; just like the magnet one my father once got me when i was a kid #it was painful but pretty; tho i lost it quickly bcs magnet easily get loosed once one part of it moves around when u touch ur hair or face #anyhow i had a pleasant day because of this; thank you very much ! sebek nui said 'thank you' too! ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ❀ ✿ 𖤣…

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AU where eddie and steve are going to have dinner with steve’s ex-girlfriend/longest best friend and her girlfriend/ steve’s bestest best friend and eddie is woefully under prepared.

the ex, nancy, works for some government agency, like the CIA or some shit and her digital footprint is nonexistent. eddie knows. he’s looked. there’s not a photo of her to be had anywhere.

even robin’s socials only have pictures that she’s barely in. a blurry picture of her hand holding a glass. her holding a menu in front of her face from across the table. shit like that. robin called it a soft launch.

well, actually she called it a “not really soft launch because everyone already knows about her so i’m not really launching the fact that i have a girlfriend so much as i am the fact that she’s her and because she’s her she can’t be photographed a lot at least not anywhere that’s going to be shared publicly but the principle is still the same as a soft launch where you would slowly post pictures with details implying that you were dating someone but you guys already know i’m dating her so it’s not quite that but that’s the idea. you know?”

eddie is impressed by her lung capacity.

eddie’s a bit of a hipster in his approach to social media as well, only posting grainy black and white photos of guitars or coffees or occasionally steve.

so he gets it. kind of.

so you can imagine eddie’s surprise as they’re walking up the sidewalk to the restaurant and he sees the female version of himself.

it’s cold out so they’re both wearing long black coats and boots. she’s got curly brown hair and is wearing a lot of jewelry. rings specifically, on the hand that’s holding a cigarette up to her mouth.

eddie does a double take when he sees it’s the same one he’s holding his own cigarette with.

steve calls down the sidewalk, “robbie! nance!”

and even the scowl that she wears for a split second before she realizes who’s yelling looks just like eddie’s own resting angry face, as steve calls it.

the only real difference is that she’s tiny.

where eddie’s pushing six feet she looks barely five and a half.

he’s brought a little comfort that by the fact nancy looks as shocked as he does. spending about ten seconds just staring at each other before he barks out a laugh.

he holds up a hand in front of himself and sees the recognition flit across nancy’s face as she catches on. raises her own and moves it in unison with eddie’s. turns her head to the side when he does and barely conceals her laugh.

“so i guess you’re eddie then?” and even her voice is strong and teasing in a way eddie’s knows steve likes because he’s told eddie he likes his.

he reaches out an arm to wrap her up in a hug.

“in the flesh and blood. the mysterious nancy wheeler, it’s a pleasure.”

he turns and looks at steve and robin where the former is flushed red in the face and has a hand covering his smile while robin is physically bent at the knees covering her laughter.

“stevie you never told me your ex could be my doppelgänger.”

au august day 11: doppelgänger

#au august #steddie #ronance #this one got away from me but was so so fun #honestly might expand this into a little bit longer of a ficlet one day #brought to you by the vision of eddie and nancy meeting for the first time #and doing that thing where they pretend they’re looking in the mirror

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