coming up for air

We've devoured each other in corners, swallowed the blood.

"Fuck, Ian, you've got to stop that," Mickey hisses.

Ian doesn't pause in his pushups, hands flat on the black pavement of the prison yard. He grunts as his bare arms straighten, a low, rough sound, and Mickey twists his head around to glare at the couple of guys he knows are eyeing the show.

He kicks Ian in the side before he can lower his body again, toppling him over. Ian just rolls with it, having become accustomed to rougher than usual behavior outside their cell.

"The fuck was that for, asshole?" He asks from his position on the ground. The heat of the blacktop is turning his skin a cherry red that rivals the coppery shine of his hair on the sun.

Mickey licks his lips, and he can tell Ian supresses a smirk.

"You were making a scene, man," Mickey accuses, rubbing a hand across his upper lip.

“can i help you?” he’ll ask ian sometimes

ian will smile and goofily say “nope!” whilst not removing his hand

Every. damn. day.

Mickey will be filling up the coffee pot and Ian will just stare in amazement. That's his husband, that's his husband being very domestic and cute.

Ian has had a lot of dark moments where he didn't believe he would live to see another day or worthy of love. Now he has a husband and a stable life and everything is just so unfucking believable. Ian deserves to take in the small moments in life and be thankful for them.

Hi again Calli! ok, 107 (Accidental/Embarrassing/Unusual Turn Ons) + 110 (Uniforms/Lingerie/Other Clothing) is an interesting combination.

I think for this one, I would go somewhere slightly different. We all know that Mickey loves his husband in a uniform. Any uniform. He's 100% not embarrassed by that one. What's embarrassing as hell though is how weirdly turned on he was by Ian in that ugly princess crown. Even worse, he's pretty sure that Ian has figured him out, given the number of ideas he comes up with for ridiculous reasons to wear it. They don't have Franny as an excuse, but he's pretty sure there's no such thing as a Tomato Fairy or a Home-Cooked-Dinner Fairy Godmother.

Motherfucker.

Family Dinner

I've imagined it with the song "Stay the Night" by Green Day because I was listening to it.

They've been sneaking into each other's beds for a few months now, savoring a freedom that only feels real behind closed doors. Mickey has no idea how to express what he's feeling: something new and terrifying. But one night, sitting on the bed, nervously spinning a pen over a piece of paper, he starts writing down about what Ian told him the day before, right before leaving his house:

"I'm not afraid of the dark, Mickey. If you don't want me to stay over in the same fucking bed where we've been kissing nonstop, then there won't be any more."

And Mickey knows Ian is coming to see him play that day.

What are you feeling? Fuck, so many things. And when he steps up to the microphone and locks his eyes on the green ones, he knows this is all he can say to him right now. In front of a crowd, but it's only for him:

Well, you're so sick and tired of feeling so alone

Well, I don't understand the point if you have to go home

So won't you stay and count the circles 'round my eyes?

And we can watch the stars until the sun begins to rise

I got to know if you're the one that got away

Even though it was never meant to be

Say, you'll stay the night, 'cause we're running out of time

@galladrabbles you, as always, have my gratitude as well as my heart.💜

FESTIVAL

I saw you at the festival,

You stood out from the crowd,

You were taller than almost everyone,

In the parade about being proud,

You waved your little flag,

Then smiled that giant smile,

I wished to kiss your perfect lips,

As I followed you every mile,

I wanted to punch everyone who saw,

That happiness, just for me,

But people flock to your light,

The way you shine is too bright to see,

Then you saw me watching there,

So you pushed your way on through,

You wrapped me up into your arms,