It goes away over night (just like it started). Mickey wakes up one morning with Ian's arm around his waist and the heat of his body warm against his back. He just lays there, relaxing into Ian's embrace, not daring to move and trying to ignore how badly he needs to piss. It feels like a miracle after nearly two weeks of distance (of "go away" and "I'm tired"). It's not long before Svetlana yells something in the hall and Mandy yells back "speak English for once" twice as loud and Ian's arm tightens around Mickey as he wakes. Mickey waits for him to pull away, curl back into the covers like he's been doing for nearly two weeks now. But instead he feels lips press softly to the back of his neck and warm breath against his face when Ian says "mornin'" (and Christ it smells bad, days worth of morning breath never brushed away). Mickey doesn't give a damn about the breath because Ian is back, his Ian, and it's all he's wanted for weeks. He turn and kisses Ian, a shock of relief when Ian kisses back.
Nessa, what is your favorite book that ya'll have published so far? And why?
Oh, that's not a fair question. I've loved so many of them. And I am such a stereotypical Libra when it comes to small decisions. (Life changing ones? No problem. I can weigh pros and cons like you wouldn't believe. But little open ended ones like this or what do I want to eat? SO HARD.)
So... let's see.
I really love Lessons on Destroying the World by Gene Gant because it has a great twist. The Supernatuals by Gene Gant is also great because it has great mythological twists and an asexual character. I love Valhalla by Ari Bach (the-walrus-squad) and All the Colors of Love by Jessica Freely because they're both fun, quirky science fiction stories. I love The 7th of London by Beau Schemery (hedbonstudios) because it's steampunk! Set in actual Victorian times! Pretty Peg by Skye Allen has great faerie mythology and I adore that. And Lords of Arcadia by John Goode & J.G. Morgan is wonderfully complex world building and mythology with so many faerie creatures.
Why, yes, faeries, mythology, and science fiction are the way to my heart. Why do you ask? ;-)
The thing I loved most about The Internship is how accurate the interns are to our generation. You know these kids. You are these kids. And it’s not condescending like most inter-generational movies. They aren’t saying look at these stupid kids who care about the wrong things and forgot how to talk to people. Well, they do point those things out, but they also point out flaws in the older adults too. And how these two generations can learn and grow together.
I can't stop writing head canon things apparently. Partially based off my own personal head canon and partially based off withprettywords'. I hope I did your idea justice, dear!
It was raining the day Danny got the text from Jackson that had said, in awful text speak, that he managed to get Lydia to agree to go out with him. Danny had shrugged, texted back something congratulatory, and went back to practicing with his sax. If he had been melodramatic or Jackson, he probably would have said the weather reflected his mood, but he wasn’t and it hadn’t because he really didn’t care. Jackson wasn’t his type and Lydia definitely wasn’t his type and Jackson had been pining after Lydia for weeks. It was pathetic to be honest and he’d been glad that Jackson would finally stop.
A few months later he was regretting giving the relationship his blessing. Not that Jackson would have listened to him if he’d told him to not date Lydia, but Danny likes to think he has some power over his best friend’s decisions. Lydia’s chattering at Jackson, not with him, and Danny’s mourning the fact he chose to sit with Jackson instead of his friends from band; at least the band kids acted like he existed. Jackson’s too busy trying to keep up with Lydia and the rest of the lacrosse team keeps side-eyeing him like he’s going to launch himself at them and shove his tongue down their throats to even consider talking to them. So he takes a bite of his sandwich and zones out, thinking of what he has to do and contemplating between sax practice and running with Pele. Lydia’s giving him a disgruntled look when he comes back in and starts packing up to leave and he’s not dumb; Danny knows Lydia’s pretty, beautiful even if he wanted to be cliché, but he hopes Jackson would smack him if he ever looked at a guy the way he’s staring at Lydia right now.
He doesn’t do anything when he gets home like he said he was doing to. Instead, he ends up sprawled across the couch, Pele half in his lap and half spread across his legs and his little brother sitting on the floor in front of the couch, switching between coloring and watching Ratatouille. He’s half asleep when his phone vibrates off the table and Alex picks it up, handing it to Danny when he holds out his hand.
What are you doing?
Baby-sitting
It’s another half hour and Danny’s nearly asleep again before the doorbell rings and Pele launches herself off him, paws digging into his thighs before she’s bounding to the door, barks echoing in the hall and Alex squealing as he pelts off after her. Danny groans and rolls off the couch, landing on his feet and walking to the front door, grabbing Pele’s collar in one hand and hauling her back as Alex opens the door; Lydia’s standing there, lips pursed and looking extremely bored or as if Danny has offended her by answering the door. She doesn’t change her facial expression very often; then again, neither does Jackson. Danny’s starting to believe they really do belong together.
“Can I help you?”
“You don’t like me and I don’t like you, but we both like Jackson so we’ll have to tolerate each other at least. So get your little brother and let’s go to the mall.”
Danny kind of hates the mall and only goes when it’s absolutely needed, but he decides he hates the mall even more with Lydia than he normally does. Alex is heavy on his hip and Lydia’s humming under her breath faintly as she looks at a display of men’s cologne or aftershave; he can’t tell from here, but he knows that Jackson wouldn’t wear it.
“You know, Alex has a bedtime and he needs to eat before that.”
Lydia hmm’s at him and he can’t stop from rolling his eyes as he walks over to her; Alex yawns into his neck to punctuate his last statement.
“Jackson would never wear that.”
“I know. It’s for you.”
One of Danny’s eyebrows rises at that and Lydia scoffs, picking up a bottle.
