#Ian x Mickey

[matt404b]

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#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #shameless

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: blur

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "blur" from the lovely @callivich. <3

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“You ever make someone cry before?”

He doesn’t know what made him say it. An attempt to be cocky, he guesses. To hide his discomfort and how desperately he’s not into getting his ass fucked by fake silicon dick. Now, hours later, alone in his room, he can’t stop thinking about it.

He’d brushed away the wetness gathering around Mickey’s eyes as he'd moved gently inside him, his own vision blurring with tears.

“I’m so proud of you,” he’d whispered, lips pressing softly against Mickey’s skin, bruised and broken.

It wasn’t about ecstasy that night.

It was about being free.

#welp #once again going in a completely different direction than planned 🥲 #shameless 4x11 you will always be famous #headcanon no. 18482028 of what happened that night #galladrabbles #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #fanfic

[milkovich-cigarettes]

how did mandy not realize that ian was banging mickey? like did she just watch him walk out his brother's bedroom sweaty and worn out every other day like, "oh yeah. that's normal. they're such good friends. close friends. besties. colleagues."

#gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #mandy milkovich

[gallawitchxx]

dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian

#shameless #shameless shit post #ian x mickey #gallavich

[nothing-near-ground]

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#pastel aesthetic #ian x mickey #gilmore girls #freddie highmore #terrible puns #world history #nathan sykes #halle berry #long reads #dustin mcneer

[exactly-economic-month-level]

#frozen #ben whishaw #dancing #personal quotes #a$ap rocky #angie griffin #ian x mickey #terrible puns #halle berry #barbie movie #classroom #cm punk #underverse #robotics #th!n$piration

[sleepyheadgallavich]

Don't look down, Cause there's no-one looking down on you. Your house is built on solid ground, You'll be just fine in time, just see it through.

#gallavich #gallavich gif #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #cameron monaghan #noel fisher #shamelessedit #shamelessnet #shamless #shameless gif #ian x mickey #sleepyheadgallavich gif #I havent listened to Hands Like Houses in years but I randomly thought of them and this song fits them so well #anyway this is The House You Built by Hands Like Houses if you want to hear the whole song

[burninface]

love the dynamics between them five🥺

#ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #sandy milkovich #debbie gallagher #gallavich #ian x mickey #shameless #fanart #debbie x sandy

[mmmichyyy]

hi michelle 💖 i've been a little behind this week but if you're still taking drabble prompts then #6 “I need a place to stay.” please? 😚

#6: "i need a place to stay."

"c'mon, it's just one night," ian pleads.

lily gives him an apologetic look. "you know i would if i could, but i haven't seen my girlfriend in a week, and i don't think you want to hear two lesbians going at it all night."

"i don't mind!" ian exclaims, following lily out of the kitchen. "i'll wear earplugs!"

"...i live in a studio apartment."

"lils," ian groans, "i can't stay at my brother's place again, my nephew is driving me up the wall with his screaming."

lily sighs. "what about your other siblings? can't you stay with them?"

ian shakes his head. "debbie and carl barely have enough space in their apartment to breathe, let alone a couch for me to crash on."

"look, it's just one night," she points out. "the pipes in your apartment will be fixed by tomorrow, i'm sure you can endure a couple hours of a screaming baby until then."

"you don't understand. i love freddy, i do, but..." ian's eyes shift around conspiratorially. "i've seen some... things. i truly think he may be the..." gulps. "...devil incarnate."

lily wants to roll her eyes at her friend's usual theatrics, but decides to give him a break. "i'm sure he is, buddy," she says placatingly. "okay, what about..." she looks around the diner until her eyes land on–"mickey? i think he lives nearby, actually."

she watches in amusement as ian's eyes widen and starts coughing out of nowhere. she slaps his back a couple times as he gasps for air.

"i can't ask mickey," ian finally sputters, once he catches his breath. "i've barely said two words to him! plus," he lowers his voice to barely a whisper, "you know i have a crush on him."

this time lily does roll her eyes. "you know he doesn't bite, right? yo, milkovich!" she calls out, ignoring ian's frantic head shaking, "can ian crash on your couch? he needs a place to stay tonight and he's desperate."

"i–i'm not–desperate, no...." ian mumbles, as mickey pops his head out of the kitchen window.

"who?" he asks, brows furrowed, until he spots ian standing there, still as a statue. "oh. you."

lily didn't think it was possible for a human to turn such a dark shade of red without spontaneously combusting, but ian might be the exception.

"you know what... i'll just sleep... on a... park bench..."

mickey moves out of sight from the window without a word, leaving ian hanging his head like an abandoned puppy at the pound, defeated and wrung out.

"i guess i can hold a bible while i sleep..." he says slowly, mostly to himself, "...keep the demons away..."

lily sighs, ready to take pity on him (maybe she can ask aubrey to bring her noise-cancelling headphones?), before mickey walks past them, turns his head around, and raises a brow at ian.

"you comin' or not, orphan annie?"

about time, lily thinks, as she pushes ian's jaw up from the floor and shove him towards the door before mickey could change his mind.

the next day at work, she holds back a smirk when she spots a visible hickey on ian's neck. maybe mickey does like to bite after all.

#thanks deeana for the prompt ✨ #gallavich ficlet #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #michy ficlet #my words #gallavich

[smiley-milkovich]

Eat me

#it just comes out every time I open my mouth #mickey milkovich #shameless #ian x mickey

[gallapiech]

ive been drawing so much gallavich

im just not allowed to show any of it for now :sob:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#my art #mickey milkovich #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #quick doodle

[jessij1997]

Holy fuck. Ian thought and went closer. The way he hold the gun showing his tense muscles beneath the fabric. His good intentions to not fuck the Milkovich again blurred by the view of this body.

"Hey" He greeted him, earned a shy smile.

Only minutes later Ian hold Mickey up against a wall in an dark alley.

"Fuck Firecroch. Never thought guns are a turn on for you." He presses between moans.

"Shut the fuck up tough guy. It's not the gun. It's only you." Ian admits. And then out of nowhere Mickey kissed him for the first time.

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Thanks @ianandmickeygallavich1 for the weekly prompt blur on @galladrabbles.

#season 2 maybe #guns #smut #violent love #gallavich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #gallavichedit #ian and mickey #gallavich fanfic #noel fisher #shameless fanfiction #shameless us

[milkovich-cigarettes]

sent my friends photos of gallavich and he said

' The red head looks like he's got a frog in his mouf '

he's not wrong.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #cameron monaghan #frog #i guess #shitpost

[gallawitchxx]

hi beeee!! i hope you're doing okay 💖💖💖

ooohohohoho okay for the kiss thingy: god knows why cuz it sounds potentially very painful but i feel so compelled to request 28 🙏

sweet deanna! i'm hanging in, thanks love! 💖 so you & @lingy910y both requested #28 & i want to fill both of your prompts. but because you were (rightfully) afraid of pain, i gave you one that's a bit strange, but has a promisingly happy ending? you can be the judge! xx

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#28: ...as a lie ps. this is inspired by this post about dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian, who have now rotted my brain.

Ian hasn’t slept in days.

It’s happened before—endless energy is one of his tried-and-true symptoms of mania—but this isn’t that. He’s taking his meds, his skin isn’t crawling and his mind is fairly quiet. Quiet enough to frustrate him as he tosses and turns and wonders what the fuck’s going on.

His schedule has been all over the place lately; his normal routine lost to the endless cycles of employment and Gallagher family responsibilities. He’d been hoping to add school to the mix this semester so that he could have other, less hectic options than a rig-riding EMT, but he’d pushed it off. A pity, now that all-nighters are apparently his thing.

Night two, he googles a few things, which is a huge mistake. Who can fall asleep after reading about how even just twenty-four hours without sleep can begin to derail your bodily systems? Sleep deprivation can cause or worsen conditions like Type 2 diabetes, High blood pressure, Stroke, Heart attack—his pulse leaps as his phone clatters to the ground.

Night three, he takes to the streets, running around the Southside until his lungs burn and his knees wobble. As he passes the clinic that gave his seventeen-year-old self a lifetime prescription for antipsychotics, he knows that if this lasts much longer, he should call his doctor. Tell them his nighttime meds aren’t putting him to sleep anymore. Nip this insomnia thing in the bud before it can overthrow the delicate balance he’s worked so hard to maintain.

Night four, desperate and a bit delusion, he pulls up a number he hasn’t used in years, saved under a contact labeled, DO NOT TEXT.

He breaks his own rule: Hey. Still making house calls?

The response is almost immediate: the fuck u care for?

Ian rolls his bloodshot eyes, typing: It’s an emergency.

Three little dots herald a response that makes him laugh: a weed emergency?

He stays strong: Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.

The next text makes his chest clench: u ok?

He decides to keep it vague—I can’t sleep, but it’s not what you think.—and hopes he doesn’t have to explain further and is relieved to read: u want ur usual?

Another clench: Indica

Two texts arrive in rapid succession: what else do u want? can i give u head while u smoke or no?

There it is: the reason Ian doesn’t use this number anymore.

Maybe in another life it would be a blessing to have a weed dealer to lovers arc with your childhood crush, but in this one, it was a curse. A curse that lasted almost a whole year, bringing with it an endless bouquet of blissful fucks and free weed, and a million moments of tenderness Ian knew nobody else was getting out of the guy. A curse that eventually came to collect payment in the form of bloodied knuckles, broken hearts and ego wounds. A curse that still clings to Ian’s psyche, filling his dreams with gentle, tattooed fingers and bright blue eyes and a sweet and savory scent that can only be described as Mickey.

Mickey, now DO NOT TEXT.

On second thought, maybe he should never sleep again.

The knock at the door makes him hard—a Pavlovian response that irks him more than the three sleepless nights he’s suffered so far. Three raps, one right after the other. The last one no more than a brush of his hand.

Ian adjusts himself and answers the door.

Fuck, one look at that smug asshole and he’s immediately right back in it. Lust and like and maybe even a little bit of reckless fucking love fill his body, rising to the surface like sweet cream. A layer of fat on the roof of one’s mouth; a treat to lick later, a reminder that they didn’t end things because they weren’t insanely hot for one another and potentially soulmates. They were just idiots. Stubborn, petty dicks.

Oh Pride, the great slayer of men.

Jesus, he needs to sleep.

“First one’s on the house,” Mickey says as he crosses the threshold, a joint held tightly between C and K.

Hours slip by. They laugh, they smoke. It feels like old times. Ian’s body is loose in a way it hasn’t been in years. It feels good. Like maybe-he-could-sleep-tonight good. And as he melts further into the couch, he starts to get a little horny too. Because Mickey’s yapping on and on about some asshole that frequents the bar he works at, and Ian’s listening, he swears he’s listening, but he’s also staring at Mickey’s mouth like he wants to take Mickey up on that text message and shut him the fuck up with his dick.

Like he wants to taste the stale smoke of his tongue.

Wants him to stay the night.

Forever, maybe.

Mickey finishes his story. His eyes go soft and he drums his fingers against his knee. “Should get outta your hair, Gallagher,” he says. “Letcha sleep.”

That’s the last thing Ian wants.

“Not tired,” he fibs.

Mickey cocks an eyebrow. “You’re not? ’S been days, man. This shit’s gotta be hittin’ ya by now.”

It’s true. It has been days and this shit is hitting him. Or maybe he’s having a sleep-deprivation-induced stroke. He just knows Mickey can’t go.

“Can’t go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.”

Mickey’s already leaning in when he asks, “Then you promise you’ll hit the hay?”

Ian nods as Mickey presses a kiss to his lying lips.

#welp - throws whatever this is at you #alskfjalkj #i realized that both of my kisses are at the very end of the ficlet & aren't actually described #lolol #maybe my next attempt should be 1K words of just describing the kiss #no actual context needed #just tongues #anyway THANKS DEANNA I LOVE YOU DEANNA #shameless #shameless fanfiction #prompt fill #ian x mickey

[em-harlsnow]

thank you to @spookygingerr for the prompt!

Mickey's actually very talkative when it's just him and Ian. Ian didn't realise how unusual this was to everyone else.

here's a snippet:

“So, you’re friends with my brother.”

“We work at the store together.” He reasoned.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean friends. You’re friends.” 

A shrug. “So?”

“He doesn’t have many friends. Well, none, I guess.” She gave him a weird look. “Don’t tell him I told you that.”

“I won’t. I kind of figured that, anyway.”

“Hm. Yeah, I guess he never really hangs out with anyone.” There was silence for a bit. “He talks to you a lot.”

“That’s what friends do.” He remembers trying to be casual, trying not to give anything away.

“No but he doesn’t talk like that to most people.” She stared at his profile, and he tried to not to show how his heart sped up at the revelation. “He barely talks like that to me.” She looked away and took a drag of the cigarette, passing it over.

“Huh.” He tried to play it cool, and she moved on to complaining about Lip. 

and here's the link:

I hope you enjoy, any support is very appreciated <33

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

[heymacy]

#i'm not gay but my fiancé is

#i need to thwack him over the head with a wiffle ball bat #also heyyyyy look who's giffing shameless again! #shameless #shamelessnet #shamelessedit #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #cameron monaghan #noel fisher #*macygifs #s10 #10x11