To Me (Pre-Slash) The first time his family forgets, Loki is still a child. He stands of a height with his mother's waist, and he is a vibrant creature. He is quicksilver cunning, in constant motion, all wide green eyes and clever fingers and a crescent moon grin. Already, he is talented with magic. Already, his tutors exchange glances over his head and scold the boy for leaving illusions in his place to sneak out during dull lessons. He has asked Father for a book that is not in the library, told him with the excited chatter of a talkative child of this tome said to come from Alfheim, of the famed author, of the unusual spell structure discussed in its pages.
On the anniversary of Loki's birth, a feast is held in Father's hall. He proclaims the meal in honor of Thor's prowess as a warrior. The boar meat, spicy and rich on Loki's tongue, is suddenly tasteless. But the jest, if jest it is, grows long. He stumbles blindly from the hall, grateful when the noise is left behind him. He does not wish a cake. Follow Me. Chapter Text The big guy’s fist drives through Steve like he’s nothing but paper. Steve’s frail, always has been – physically, that is.
His mind is another matter altogether. Steve wipes his mouth, getting to his feet, but his knees wobble when he puts up his fists to guard himself. The guy – six feet tall or more – snorts, reeling back far enough to end this on the next blow. Steve isn’t swayed; he’s learned to stand his ground, to fight even when the odds are against him. And, honestly, when aren’t they? The man’s fist is flying forward again, and Steve closes his eyes, raising his hands up to his face, in hopes of the impact being less bad that way. Steve brushes off his pants. “I’m certain you would have been victorious,” the man replies almost convincingly. Steve’s eyes widen at the accent; it’s smooth as butter, brimming with confidence and pride.
“Oh, so you’re on vacation,” Steve helpfully chimes in. The stranger tilts his head to one side, eyeing Steve with curiosity. “Oh, yeah. Four (Or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark (Pre-Slash) Chapter Text “Entertain me.” There was a faint chuckle from the other end of the line. “You woke me up, and you expect me to be entertaining?” Steve Rogers asked. “Even for you, Stark, that shows a distinct lack of class.” Tony Stark grinned. Steve made a noise that may or may not have been a snort of laughter. “Secondly, pull the other one, I know very well that you only sleep about four hours each night and you are currently in the weight room, pounding the hell out of yet another punching bag. “I do not. “Not where I am!” “I'll keep that in mind,” Steve said, and Tony heard him sit down. “I hijacked the keynote speech last night. “I reiterate, classy, Stark, classy.” “Aw, you're grinning like an idiot right now. That was either a sign of affection, or codependency.
“How's everyone?” “Fine, minor issue in central park yesterday,” Steve said. “Yeah.” “You really have to stop blaming Reed for everything vaguely unusual,” Steve said. “Oh, so it wasn't him?” “Really, Steve.” “Harsh, Mom.” Fizzickz: The Money Shot. Title: The Money ShotType: fandomPairing: Peter/NealWord Count: ~1800Rating: NC-17Author's Note: Originally posted here.Summary: Peter is a stubborn pain in the ass.
Peter is a stubborn pain in the ass. Neal loves him, he really does (he hasn't said it yet, neither of them have; he doesn't feel like either of them needs to actually vocalize anything), but he's just so set in his ways. He's worn the same damn suit for at least the past five years, after all. Change is not something Peter gets excited about. Unfortunately, this extends to the bedroom. Don't get him wrong; Neal loves sex with Peter. The man was blessed with these hands that seem to find every little part of Neal that makes him feel like he's coming apart- and he's not even talking about his dick.
Maybe Neal is just spoiled sexually. Because Peter is very good at sex. But the dream strikes the fancy of the Imp of the Perverse, and Neal starts to wake up with a raging hard on just about every single night. Neal stares at him. Fizzickz: The Money Shot. ISABABY - Bam4Me - White Collar. Neal's been told his whole life that he's sterile. But the thing is, after witsec, his records accidentally got changed from zero (male with an internal uteral cavity, or female with an internal, fully formed penile extension) to male. The doctors never thought to check if the internal uteral cavity worked. So he never knew if he really could start that family. But suddenly, he can. "Where's my CI? He started at Jones who just raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "So why didn't you tell me? "Honestly, if I were worried, I would have gone after him, but I was gonna tell you anyway.
Wasn't something he ever wanted to hear again, kind of like that one time he walked in on his sister and her boyfriend. "Neal? Neal turned to him after wiping his mouth and flushing the toilet, a glare that would send any other man crying, and walked to the sink to wash his mouth out. "I can bring you home if you want. " "Just not feeling good for some reason.
"Kay. Neal kind of smirked at that. "Kay then. Two Hundred and Eight Weeks. Title: Two Hundred and Eight WeeksAuthor: Elandria LoreRating: RPairing: Neal/Peter/ElizabethSpoilers: Mostly for the PilotDisclaimer: Not mine.Word Count: 3,806Summary: Peter likes to figure things out for himself. 24 Weeks Peter doesn’t remember screaming, “Officer down!”
But Cruz tells him later that he did. He stares at her a little blankly, but all he can remember is dark red blood seeping through Neal’s stupid pinstriped vest and crisp white dress shirt: the scent of iron thick in his nose, the warm, tacky feel of Neal’s blood covering his fingers as he pressed down hard enough to hurt. Cruz doesn’t say anything more. Just walks out and leaves Peter staring at himself in a hospital mirror; his lucky tie a loss and his jaw clenched so tight his dentist will be thrilled. No one prepared Peter at all. He’s washing his hands again when Elizabeth walks through the door like it’s a ballroom instead of a men’s room. “You should go,” he says finally, after a long moment. “What did you-?” His. Two Hundred and Eight Weeks. Loki/Steve. Unsaid, a shameless fanfic. Delving into the word of Shameless US because well I think I've fallen in love with Mickey/Ian and I'm so desperate for season 2 so they can get together properly!
As soon as he got the call from Mandy, Ian wasn't sure how to feel. Mickey was out early. And the Milkovich's were throwing him a party. He was torn between running over there to fuck Mickey's brains out and hanging back. Instead, Ian took a long shower that may have included some impromptu fondling while remembering the last time he had been with Mickey. Mickey. He was such a complex enigma. He tried on seven different shirts before he was happy with his appearance. Mandy had told him to come over at six. Mandy was surprised to see her best friend early. "Set up what Ian? "I don't know. "Yeah. "Cool," Ian replied with disappointment, taking the other end. The party was in full swing by seven that evening and Mickey still hadn't come out of his bedroom.
He had to make him see that he was there. "IAN! "Want me to walk you? "Nah. Thesandpiper: Fic: No Guts, No Glory. Title: No Guts, No GloryFandom: Shameless (US)Characters: Mickey, Mandy, with other assorted Milkoviches and some IanPairings: Mickey/Ian, one-sided Mandy/IanRating: PG-13Summary: Now, he knows the Gallaghers. Frank’s a drunk, Lip’s a stand-up guy, Fiona’s a fox (according to Nicky, Joey and Ferg), one of the little ones is kind of a psycho and the other one is a thief. Ian? He didn’t know that much about Ian. Red hair, that was about it. Author's Notes: First Shameless fic ever (and my first fic in a long, long, loooong time). He’s nine when their dad gets arrested. The chase usually takes a little longer than this – dad might climb over the fence and hide in a dumpster or make it to the street and shake them by slipping into the Alibi and out the back door. Their brother Nicky runs outside too and starts cussing at the cops.
Finally, Nicky notices them, leaning against the wall “Get the fuck up,” he says. “Why’d they take dad?” “Because he’s a Milkovich,” Nicky says. Mickey nods. Emilyforprez - these tornadoes are for you. Title: these tornadoes are for youpairing: ian/mickeyrating: nc-17summary: you wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way. try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this – swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. (...) sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. Ian's hands are on Mickey's thighs, spreading them open, his bangs tickling Mickey's stomach. Ian's breath is hot, his fingertips ice-cold; Mickey's foot itches. He's done this before. "I won't tell anyone," Ian mutters when he replaces his mouth with his hand, his voice wheezy and deeper than Mickey remembers.
Mickey doesn't say a word, just watches him watch him right back, and suddenly he forgets to be afraid. The second time is easier, less awkward fingering and more teeth in his shoulder and bruises on his waist, fucking the way he fights, hard and fast and bloody, Ian's hand over his mouth to keep him quiet and his free hand wrapped around his dick. "Sorry. " Rougher Than The Last One - LizaPod - Shameless (US), Shameless (TV. “Fucking… goddammit…harder…” “Slut,” Ian grunts right in his ear. “Can’t… get on your knees.” Mickey shoves backwards and drags his knees forward. The sheets on Ian’s bed are tangled with his jeans; the bottom sheet got twisted up off the corners of the mattress when he threw Ian down earlier and the thin blanket that started out pulled over them- it’s fucking cold, too cold to have their asses hanging out- is half-caught around Ian’s waist and under his hands.
It’s claustrophobic and moving would be easier if Ian would get the fuck off him for half a second but he’s not gonna be the one to suggest it. “Shit, fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” “Jesus Christ, just get on me,” Mickey orders and gets a slap on the ass. “You’re such a fucking slut.” “Harder, you pussy, fuck,” Mickey says, and he doesn’t care that his voice cracks like he’s still Ian’s age. Mickey tugs at his cock. ‘Fuck, Mickey, Jesus,” Ian grunts. He’s seen photos. “Did you fucking… shit,” he complains, and Mickey just laughs. I need the smell of summer (I need its noises in my ears) - cherryvanilla - Shameless (US. When Ian was ten years old and Frank was lucid enough to still remember birthdays and actually care about his children’s extracurricular activities, Ian played baseball. His team was pretty shitty and he was the smallest one there, mixed in with kids one and two years his senior. One of those kids loved to burp loudly, say things to the catcher that Ian mostly heard in the R-rated films Lip watched, and sprint to the bases cockily whenever he made a run.
He annoyed most of the kids on their team. Ian knew he was an idiot but he still watched him from time to time, more than you were probably supposed to watch a boy. One day, the kid was so pissed off by a call that he literally pissed on 1st base. His name was Mickey Milkovich and over five years later, Ian would fuck him on that same field. When Mickey says, ‘shotgun’ Ian immediately conjures up images of them sharing a joint, Mickey blowing smoke into his mouth, their lips barely grazing. “What are you up to?” Ian shakes his head. Cigarette-stained eyes - Never Thought You'd Make Me Perspire, Never Thought I'd Do You The Same. Title: Never Thought You'd Make Me Perspire, Never Thought I'd Do You The SamePairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey MilkovichRating: RSummary: Ian wants a kiss, Mickey wants to try bondage.Wordcount: 2414 Ian’s house was a home of course. He’d grown up there so why shouldn’t it make him feel complete in every way possible?
A dream such as that is fine for a two people who love each other, or even roommates who occasionally have sex, so maybe it was because of that. Maybe it was because of the lack of orgasms he was having within those walls. Actually, yes, he was damn sure it was a fact. It never seemed to fulfill him more than Mickey’s bedroom; pushed hard against the mattress he felt more at home than anywhere else in the world but there was a continuing problem stumbling around inside his head. “I’ve been…been thinking.” “Told you to stop doing that.” “Listen.” “I’ve been thinking about letting you.” “Finally caving?” “Yeah, sure, but first I…I want something too.” “Name it.” “Kiss me.” Cigarette-stained eyes - Me and You, Baby. Title: Me and You, BabyPairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey MilkovichRating: PG-13Summary: Symbiotic beauty was what it was.Wordcount: 2263 Mickey knew how many times you could stab a guy before nothing could be done to save him.
He knew which routes to take and which to avoid because, shit, even though he was intimidating as fuck there were still guys out there more messed up than him. He knew the best cure for a hangover: pizza rolls, taco bell, and lots of hot coffee. Mickey knew the correct baby formula to cocaine ratio to be able to get away with it and how it differed depending on the time of day, two to one in the morning, three to one at night. These things were fucking easy to remember, almost as easy as his social security number or the combination to his locker at his shit job laying pipe around the city forty minutes away.
Ian fucking Gallagher, however, wasn’t so easy to understand. Mickey left bigger ones. That’s how it started off at least. Ian was important. “I-I miss you.” “Ha!” Cigarette-stained eyes - Coming up Questionable. Title: Coming up QuestionablePairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey MilkovichRating: PG-13Summary: Four times they held hands.Wordcount: 1036 The first time they held hands they were at Ian’s house, sitting across from one another at the kitchen table and debating what movie to watch before the rest of Ian’s family came home. They should’ve been having sex but it was way too hot to even think about fucking. Yes, even some things could stop two boys from going at it like rabid bunnies—not many things, mind you, but a few things—and the summer heat baking the walls and pounding into their heads was one of them.
Ian’s air conditioner was broken and Mandy was at Mickey’s house so that left them with no choice but to actually talk; something Mickey had been trying to avoid. Ian’s hand was just lying there, innocently stretched out along the table and Mickey reached out and took it, threading their fingers very slowly and carefully like Ian might break if he went too fast. “You don’t have to do this.” Cigarette-stained eyes - Coming up Questionable. Ianmickey: Letting Go. TITLE: LETTING GOPAIRING: IAN GALLAGHER/MICKEY MILKOVICHRATING: RSUMMARY: Mickey Milkovich ponders the events that led to him ending up in Juvie. Giving in to Ian Gallagher had been the start of it all. Part 1 Mickey Milkovich woke up confused, but with a raging hard on. He'd been dreaming and for a few moments had no idea where he was. Blinking a bit, looking around the room, he slowly began remembering. "Oh yeah, juvie", he thought.
How'd he end up here? Mickey knew that he was gay. As the years went on, Mickey had built up a sort of "reputaion" for himself around the neighborhood. Then, along comes Ian Gallgher. The day that Gallagher came to his house looking for the gun started it all. Mickey had never been treated like that before. Two whole days went by before Mickey realized he wasn't as strong willed as he thought.
The week before Mickey got shot had been a bad one. Mickey and Mandy's mom yelled downstairs for Mandy to run an errand for her. "Hey", say Mickey. "Hey yourself". Romancandles: my life has no meaning aka Shameless US fic.