4. what flower would you like to be given?
any flower is a good flower i say! but peonies and hydrangeas are my favorite. although i feel like i've never seen a hydrangea that's not planted lol the answer is any flower. just the act of being given a single flower makes me mushy.
6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).
you would send this one... but i'm also confused, is it three or six? i'm doing three.
1. i think i can be funny at times and i really like it when i'm able to make the people i love laugh
2. i think i'm kind and i love hard (maybe too hard at times...)
3. i think sometimes i'm quick witted and i like that haha
Hi sweetness, how about ‘eyes’ for the WIP challenge 👀
hello my sweetest love! "eyes" appears 16 (!!!) times in my biggest WIP, aka part two of "Order Up" - here's a little snippet!
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Mickey looks affronted. Only not really. He’s playing it up. Ian sees behind the curtain now.
“Annoying? Me?”
Ian rolls his eyes. Takes a bite. Chews. Swallows.
“You know you are.”
“You know you are,” he throws back. “You’ve been grinding my fuckin’ gears since day one.”
Ian scoffs. “How have I been grinding your gears?”
“Fuckin uppity,” Mickey replies. “Stick up the ass and all that. I wasn’t kidding when I said that. You need to smoke more weed.”
“I smoke plenty of weed,” Ian replies. “Like. A lot of it.”
Mickey snorts.
“Somehow I doubt that.”
Hi wifey 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I kinda tried to include both 👀💜
37. Not realising they're holding hands till someone points it out AND 40. Letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it (from this prompts list <3)
Mickey Milkovich (Gallagher? She doesn’t think she’s asked if they’ve taken each other names after they got married) has not changed since the last time Fiona saw him.
Yeah, he definitely looks older, after all, it has been eight years since she saw him. And yet, when she sees him smile at Ian, it’s like she’s transported back in time.
Back when she first started to realise her little brother had a whole life she knew nothing about; that he'd found someone for himself, a Milkovich. Someone who loved him enough to sleep on the floor next to him every night. Loved him enough to come out for him in front of Terry fucking Milkovich. Loved him enough to say, “Let me take care of him until he's better….We’re taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family.”
She sees Mickey's face light up when Ian enters the room in the exact same way it did all those years ago. She sees him lean into Ian's touch, absentmindedly seek Ian's hand, and melt against his side like he used to back when they were kids and he thought Fiona wasn't paying attention to them. She sees that he still rolls his eyes and smiles right after at Ian's jokes and remembers thinking back then about how Mickey must really love Ian, because he cracked a smile at even the lamest of jokes Ian made.
So yeah, Mickey Milkovich has not changed since the last time Fiona saw him. He's still just as in love with Ian as he was before.
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She breaks out of her reverie. Smiles. Maybe it's time to have some fun. Kicks at the couch to get their attention. “So. Who's the clingy one?” she asks.
“Ian, of course,” Mickey replies quickly, shrugging. As if it's obvious. As if he wasn't the one who held Ian's hand the second he sat down next to him on the couch. As if he wasn't basically sitting on Ian's lap. As if he wasn't the one who'd slyly texted Ian, “Come here” about 5 times when he thought Fiona wasn't looking. (That's another thing that hasn't changed about Mickey. He's still shit at knowing whether Fiona's got an eye on him or not.)
“Well, you're the one who's been clinging onto Ian's hand for the past 15 minutes, so.” Fiona says, smirking.
They both look down at their intertwined hands, as if just realising that they were holding them.
“Mickey Milkovich, the fucker who terrorized the Southside at one point, just casually lounges about while holding my brother's hand? Bitch, you've gone soft!”
“Fuck off,” Mickey rolls his eyes, making no moves to drop Ian's hand. “And I'm still the fucker who terrorizes the Southside.”
“Yeah, Mick, you sure are.” Ian smiles at him, and then looks at Fiona and whispers, “Absolutely not.”
“I heard that, fucker!” Mickey shouts, smacking Ian on the thigh with his free hand and Fiona laughs, because wow, that soft bitch still refused to leave Ian's hand.
He kept holding Ian's hand even as he stubbornly argued about being the terror of the Southside.
Even when Lip came in and teamed up with Fiona to tease him about being a clingy fucker.
Even as they made their way off the couch and towards the door when it was time to leave. Dropped it just for a second when Franny and Liam ran between them, chasing after each other in a game they were playing. And then grabbed it again the second they went past them. His small hand firmly holding onto Ian's big one.
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Maybe Mickey Milkovich had changed through the years, Fiona thought, as she watched them leave. Maybe he'd become more happy. More open. Softer.
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year--this one's tough! i'm going to answer for both.
scene: i really have been waiting to share the mickey/mandy flashlight scene from chapter 3 of where i end for sooo long & i really love it & am so happy it's in the world now 🔦
line: i'm sensitive about s6-7 prison mickey (as i'm sure everyone knows by now), so i loved this line i wrote in a 7x10 pre-dock ficlet that i only posted to tumblr 💔
Waiting was not a word that Mickey wanted to spend too much time with tonight. It’d already been his bedfellow for years—company that provided no warmth and no weight, save for the fuckin’ pressure of easily broken promises made through gritted teeth and dodged glances.
15. something you learned this year--that i love writing smut? 🥵nah, ok i know this is supposed to be fic-related, so i will say that i have learned a lot about hockey from reading since we're alone by @buffymilkovich & @lethargicmick 🏒 (non fic-related, i learned about desire paths & i have a lot of feelings about them...💘)
23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t--to quote myself from this ask: "i didn't plan on writing ANY fics this year 🤣👀so... none?" truly this whole corner of the internet has scooped me up & stolen my heart. it's been a lovely little blessing 😇
Breaking away from angst fest we’ve all found ourselves in, I just find it endlessly amusing that everyone out of @bazgallaghermilkovich @udontfuckangie @self-absorbed-pretty-boy @jenatte and @whatwouldmickeydo (I think) is always complaining about one of them posting something that causes them pain then immediately posting something themselves something pain-worthy and one of the others say to stop and that’s it is pain, Stella, just pain why would you—
hi bb! my verklempt beloved!! thanks for dropping by 🥰
🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?
noses? i always feel like they're wrong? or like i can't get them to look like their noses? lol i also very much struggle with proportions and certain angles still. always learning!
