#toraten

[bokikikoki]

unexpectedly drawing truten between the johnlock, blame this one @gokusclit and go read all their truten on ao3 (it's back up, babes)

Trunks is a yearner, Goten knows what he's doing

[moonlitmmarie]

A quick something for @gochiweek's Day 3: Being grandparents (and TruTen being parents...). A bit late but there's no way I'm missing out on showing off the wish fankid (that might make a full appearance at some point... 👀).

Sorry Pan their only grandkid, you've got a cousin to share the spotlight now

[ponponpopcorn]

GT trunks meets his nemesis. himself (xenoverse 2 trunks)

note: imagine the "CRASH" as something similar to the metal pipe falling noise

[brightredpiranha]

Discarded TruTen one shot idea:

Goten is a popular wildlife animal expert (either on YouTube or has his own TV show) and Trunks is still CEO of Capsule Corp.

Trunks learns of Goten bc Bra and Pan (her best friend from school) watch him sometimes in the living room.

At first, Trunks ignores it bc he simply has other things on his mind and animals shows aren’t his first idea for entertainment, but he notes how handsome Goten is and then later how gentle and loving and patient he is with each animal, even the ones that hurt him. He becomes a bit of a fan and when Bra notices his crush, she suggests to Pan that they should meet.

Pan’s birthday is coming up, and Bra sets it up so it’s Trunks that has to take her to her friend’s party.

They arrive and who answers the door? Son Goten himself with a bright, casual smile. As Trunks takes in this handsome specimen of a man, with a healthy tan, some scarring on his arms and hands (and Trunks knows which exact wild animal gave him those, thanks to his binging of Goten’s show), and smelling vaguely of sunscreen, his mind completely short circuits.

It’s Bra that has to move them both forward, when Goten waves them in. He hisses to her that she should have mentioned who the entertainment was (while also boggling at how they managed to hire him and what animals he had license to handle at a children’s birthday party), when Bra informs him rather smugly that Pan is Son Pan and Goten is her uncle.

Trunks ends up staying at a middle schooler’s party longer than he thought, talking to Goten and holding a chameleon and various small animals for the first time in his life, and ends the day with a new number in his phone 👍🏼

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

hiii i was wondering if u knew the name of this- it’s around 12 chapters and it starts i was wondering if u knew this fic with ian working at starbucks, and he eventually becomes a nurse and then goes to med school & mickey is a drug dealer. they also have a dog named misha & there is a bit of lip/mandy. I read this like a year ago & need to reread!! xx

Anon, you are looking for one of my personal faves, Ian Gallagher and All of His Mistakes. A most excellent fic, happy reading!

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Past Allison Argent/Scott McCall - Relationship Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Business Man Derek Hale, 'Junior Engineer' Stiles Stilinski Summary:

Stiles meets Derek Hale on a business trip and immediately gets attached to the man's surly, overworked attitude. Luckily - surprisingly - the attraction is mutual. Once they get back home Stiles figures that it's at least worth a shot, right? So he asks Derek out.

In which their relationship has a deadline, and Stiles gets more and more anxious the closer that deadline comes.

[gingit-cake]

My favorite Ian Gallaghers

An incomplete and randomly ordered list of delightful Shameless fics 

(My AO3 bookmarks)

MVP Ian in The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher and Old Rules for New Side Pieces, both by @goodkwuestion

“Mickey,” Ian repeated quietly, butterflies forming in Mickey’s gut at the sound of his name on the man’s generous lips, as they curved upwards just a little like the two of them were sharing a private memory, except one where Mickey had amnesia. “It’s a pleasure to officially meet you.” Cubicle Wars, J_Q

“Ian wanders down the alley behind the Gallagher house, resisting the urge to go full Disney heroine and just spin around with his arms flung out. He is so happy it is making him dumb. His brain is just so satisfied, so wildly incurious about everything that isn’t Mickey Milkovich, that he can barely keep track of basic things like ROTC and the days of the week. Everything he does feels like biding time until he sees Mickey again.” Bound, ColdReign

“Yeah, it might be time to take this whole sobriety thing a bit more seriously,” Lip lets out a deep sigh. “I’m also going to get fucking shredded. Maybe buy a motorcycle.”  “No, I’m going to get shredded,” Ian decides, just to be annoying. “How much more shredded could you possibly get?” Mickey asks. “You’re already at the gym twenty four fucking seven.” Ian Gallagher and all his Mistakes, Toraten

References to explicit scenes below the jump.

“Because on the other side of the door is Ian.  His fist still raised from where he’d been hammering on the door just a moment earlier, his brows furrowed together and his jaw set, his coat unbuttoned and falling off one of his shoulders, twisted, like it had been thrown on in a mad hurry.  His chest is rising and falling quickly; he’s out of breath.  For a second, just from looking at him, so is Mickey.“The fuck are you doing here?” Mickey asks, but his throat is dry and his heart isn’t in the dismissive tone of the words.  Ian looks at him, and the look is deep and blazing hot and Mickey can’t look away, can’t even breathe.And then Ian says, “I wanna finish what we started.”” Melánia, milominderbinder

“Pressed against his back, arm draped over his midsection like he was his own personal teddy bear, was Ian fucking Gallagher. He didn’t have a clue when Ian crawled in the tent, normally he would have woken up at that kind of thing, but he didn’t mind- shit, it feels incredible to have him there. Their co-sleeping at his house had been weirdly platonic, not wanting to fall into old patterns, so to have Ian molded against him like this, it’s so good.” By and By, @nowherenj

“And then something happened that Mickey wasn’t expecting at all. He opened his eyes, because Ian had removed his hand from his hip quickly, reaching it out in front of Mickey. At first he didn’t understand what was happening, then he saw Ian making a stop motion with his hand to a guy standing directly in front of Mickey. Then Ian’s mouth detached from Mickey’s neck, and very clearly he heard his boyfriend call over the music, to the man, “Fuck off.”” The Boyfriend Experience, anomalously

“He felt warmth cover his hand and his forehead dropped to Ian’s shoulder as his heart slowed its pace, only to pick up speed again when Ian’s voice filled his ear.“Thank you, Mickey.”” Risky Business, J_Q, Nicrenkel

“He feels his thighs shaking where Ian is gripping them, a steady stream of noises spilling helplessly from his lips as a gut-wrenching orgasm rips through his entire body. Ian follows him quickly, digging his fingers hard into Mickey’s thighs as he comes inside of him, head thrown back in complete and total fucking ecstasy.” To Feel This Kind of Thrill, @ianrightsonly

[thedreamingscorpio]

Letter To The Thieves Of My Heart❤

This piece is very near and dear to my heart, hope you appreciate my sentiments and find your own feelings expressed as well!

Love Always❤!

FF.net:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13802480/1/Letter-To-The-Thieves-Of-My-Heart-TruTen

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/28955283

Please contact me for due credits of the image used, I couldn’t trace the artist sadly and if you do please let me know!

This letter is addressed to the rightful thieves of my heart:

Trunks Briefs and Son Goten

As if theft is a deed to be happy about, but ya know what, maybe in my case it is.

I don't know if you'll ever come across this letter. And if you do, will you be reading it together or alone, as a couple or as a happy heterosexual. In what timeline, will it make an appearance, if ever?

Will you treat it like a joke stemming from your Chibi minds, or will you be disgusted and appalled, will you cry your heart out reading words that reflect your feelings, or will you deny and prefer to be cold and distant?

What if it doesn't matter to you at all?

Well, I certainly don't know the answers to that. And one might think, why is this person writing a real letter to a figment of one's imagination.

But I'd like to tell all the snooping messengers whom I'm sure this letter will meet along the way, that they exist. They exist in my heart!

And the theft is very real.

And who's to say in a parallel universe or even the universe we know today, they are laughing at our foolish attempts to decode their sacred bond!

Well, yes I know I'm one of the many fools who have tried, cried, wept, and laughed, to the stories our minds have conjured up of your time together, and perhaps it is a pale comparison to the real deal.

Actually... I'm sure it is.

And I think I know you well enough, to know you agree whole-heartedly. I won't be let in on something as intimate as that!

Nah. Not a chance.

But I content myself with words and adjectives, imagining the bond you must feel in the very depths of your soul when you become one in every sense of the word, I content myself, with trying to encapture even an ounce of the love the both of you share for each other, be it fraternal or otherwise.

Loving you has changed my life, for it has shown me the true depth of the emotion that the word fails to make one feel miserably.

My mind, imagination, behavior, and well, a huge chunk of the internet is dedicated to your love, something so utterly pure that even a fraction of it leaves me quaking, begging for more!

In my mind, your bond is akin to liquid fire-untouched, beautiful and dangerous.

I crave the wild abandon that your emotions offer me, so much so, that I have many finished and unfinished stories, tales, and pieces of art at my disposal. Sadly, the unfinished outnumber the finished ones, but hey!

I content myself with believing that in another universe, the author meant for the both of you to be the missing piece to each other's puzzle, just like you've always been!

For in my mind, every idea, story, or moment is in actuality, a vision from another universe, timeline, or era, a reality that we fools will never have the pleasure of ever touching.

I often wonder, what it'd be like to actually be able to meet you?

What if the dimensions clash and it is made possible?

Will the very intensity of your love physically rip my heart out and kill me? Will it make me feel like the most loved person in the entirety of the multi-verse? Or will witnessing your kindness, make me feel like a cruel bitch, and leave me crippling?

Maybe I'll never know. And if I will, maybe I'll not live to tell the tale.

What if it is one of the most normal things to ever happen, will I escape to your world? Or will you leave me hanging, doomed to survive on imagination alone?

Will your beauty make me feel ugly in comparison? Or will you make me feel like the most beautiful of Goddesses?

I'd like to thank you for...

Making my life more vibrant than ever.

Giving me confidence in times of crisis.

Making me cry my weekly dose and cleansing my eyes.

Making me laugh in stressful times.

Giving me an escape from reality.

While teaching me how to adult effectively.

Being kind and humble at all times.

Even when the situation at hand calls for the complete opposite.

Helping me persevere and grow.

Giving me the motivation to write.

Encouraging me to attempt to depict your sacred bond.I hope you find it in your hearts to forgive my human errors...

But most of all,

For making me feel loved, and helping me love myself!

I thank you from the very bottom of my heart!

I respect you, love you, adore you, and trust you to always take care of me in times of distress!

With nothing but love,

A forever admirer