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romidoes · 3 days
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‘ don’t tell me i’m fucking cute! ‘
mickey milkovich as snoopy
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matt404b · 3 days
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ianspaw · 2 days
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That hand touch... 🤤
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maroon-poet · 17 hours
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mickey just moving in with ian one day is so fucking funny because officially 2 people in the house (out of 5) know that ian is gay and only one of them knows that he had had a situationship with mickey so to the rest of them ian just randomly brought home this dude that tried to kill him once and then became his coworker
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sluttygallavich · 2 days
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Galladrabbles: trapeze
This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "trapeze" from @crossmydna. Trying a different format this week—I hope it doesn't break the rules! 📲
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Ian: So…I found this new position I think we should try. Mickey: they paying u 2 watch porn now? Ian: [trapezexxx.mp4] Ian: Did you watch? Mickey: the fuck kinda acrobatic shit is this? Ian: It’s called The Trapeze. Pretty hot right? Mickey: didnt realize ur into busty blondes. smth u wanna tell me? Ian: 🙄 Mickey: u got a circus kink i dont know abt? Ian: 🙄 Forget I even mentioned it. Mickey: lol calm ur tits bozo. just bustin ur balls Ian: What do you think then? Really? Mickey: think u better cut out early Mickey: and bring the lube
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happen-himself · 3 days
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The scene in 3x11 right before Mickey gets married is just so *unintelligible screams*, *muffled sounds of violence*, *nails scratching a chalkboard*, *war sirens* you know what I mean?
Let me elaborate. Ian comes practically BEGGING him not to get married to Svetlana. He didn't give him an ultimatum as he does later on, he just begged him. And Mickey didn't want to get married to Svetlana, it was the last fucking thing he wanted to do. But, had he ran away, or refused to marry her, or came out, or something, Terry would right out try to murder him and we know this for a FACT. So Mickey did the only thing he could. He couldn't not marry Svetlana, he couldn't come out to his dad, he couldn't outright admit his feelings (because acknowledging them even to himself would cause him an INCREDIBLE amount of pain), he couldn't do jackshit. Except of what he did. He kissed Ian, like it was their last kiss, which, had they not found Ian after he ran away, would actually be their last kiss. He looked at Ian's lips and it was as if they magnetized each other. Physical love was all he could give.
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m4ndysk4nkovich · 1 day
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maybe ian said he liked how mickey smelled because frank broke his nose and he can’t smell properly because i can assure y’all mickey probably smells like ass (and i say this in a loving way)
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burninface · 2 days
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Don't abandon me.
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Mickey: I guarantee you, in 10 years I will be Ian's second husband.
Ian: What happened to my first husband?
Mickey: Nothing you can prove.
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lupeloto · 11 hours
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“we, huh?” ficlet
i have another ficlet that i whipped up and made me jsksndjesj. i hope u guys enjoy it, i’m a little rusty so proceed with caution
Ian lays facing away from the door, comforter billowed around his bare chest, draped lazily across his arm. His head is buzzing, his thoughts shooting around a mile-a-minute yet he can’t seem to actually process a single one. He shuts his eyes tight, trying desperately to breathe through it. He’s been off for a few weeks now, under the false assumption that he narrowly escaped Mickey’s concern until he drops a small “you got an appointment tomorrow to get your meds fixed.” Initially, a rage filled him, sending a rush through his entire body and resulting in some snippy comment about how he can handle his own shit. Mickey didn’t react, just walked to where Ian sat, placed a quick peck on the top of his head and walked out of the room. After several hours of misery in company with his own thoughts, the anger was eventually replaced with a lingering guilty. It was a guilt he felt slightly too proud to admit, resulting in their conversations being limited for the rest of the day.
Mickey shuffles in, plopping down next to Ian in bed.
“Ay,” he finally settles, “i shouldnt’ve gone behind your back,” he fidgets, his head shifting down before Ian cuts him off.
Ian shuts his eyes, breathing through the initial anger that rose, landing on the understanding that it was all in his best interest. “It’s okay,” Ian turns to face him, head resting against his forearm, the former jumbled mess that was his mind now completely clear as his eyes catch sight of the gentle blue ones that stare back at him.
Mickey mirrors him, his head resting on his forearm as his hair sits in a messy black tuft against the pillow. “It’s gonna be alright, just gonna take a look at ya and make sure we get everything figured out.” His hands move to lightly trace Ian’s shoulder, going over every freckle and scar with a delicacy that only Ian knew.
Ian stares back for a moment, eyes fixated on the flutter of Mickey’s lashes as he spoke. Fuck, he loved this man.
“We, huh?” Ian scoots closer, the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the light red that flushes Mickey’s cheeks.
Mickey brushes it off, shifting onto his back mumbling a quick, “It’s you and me, Red.”
Ian smiles to himself, gaze fixed on the sight of his husband’s porcelain skin painted in a light dusting of freckles and a few scars that Ian traces delicately with his fingers, followed by a gentle peck. The curve of his nose, his lips, his lashes. He is nothing short of mesmerized.
“You must love me a whole lot then, huh ya softie?” Ian teases
Mickey lifts his arm behind his head and shutting his eyes, “like it’s breathing, Gallagher,” he huffs casually. He nods his head, gesturing for Ian to come closer.
Ian’s heart beats out of his chest threatening to land promptly before him on the bed as he stifles a small laugh. He’s never short of amused and enthralled by his husband’s ability to say the most romantic things in the most nonchalant nature. Mickey knows it makes Ian bashful and giddy like a teenage girl so of course he slips one in whenever he can.
He feels Ian’s eyes burning a hole in him, “And I don’t wanna hear shit about it, we all know you’re the soft one,” he cuts his eyes over, “now would you get your ass over here i’m fuckin’ exhausted.”
Ian happily complies, shifting to lay his head against Mickey’s chest. His large, freckles hand reaches to grab Mickey’s, nearly completely engulfing it as he rubs small, soothing circles with his thumb while his other hand mimicks on his stomach. Mickey digs his face deep into the tuft of curls, inhaling slightly and placing a small kiss on his head as both drift slowly to sleep.
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zapazai · 1 day
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Mickey cutting off his sleeves isn't just a fashion choice it's cause he's AUTISTIC. He has sensory issues with things clinging to his arms. Most of the time, he wears long sleeves they look like more high-quality clothes than normal. THAT'S WHY HES OK WITH WEARING THEM.
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thirstyvampyr · 1 day
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Ian & Mickey being cute as shit
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alchely · 2 days
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I LOVE reading about Mickey falling into this caring role for Ian almost unconsciously but also 100% aware of what he's doing.
Every gesture of love done involuntarily, they come naturally and yet they're studied down to the millimeter...
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ohkate · 1 day
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Trapeze
Time for @galladrabbles! This week's prompt: "trapeze" by @crossmydna. Word count: 100
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These were his favorite moments.
Franny sat in Mickey's lap as they watched acrobats soar through the air. Amidst the chaos and wonder, Franny's eyes lit up. But so did Mickey's.
They listened to Franny's ooh's and aah's as she watched the spectacle. Ian looked over at Mickey and saw how young he looked, pointing up at the trapeze artist swinging and flipping around.
Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining. He hated that Mickey never got to have a moment like this before now.
But he was so happy to got to be there to experience it with him.
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spacerockwriting · 2 days
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Galladrabbles: Trapeze
Thanks to this swingin' prompt @galladrabbles and @crossmydna
Trapeze
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Two little boys huddled close together, the smaller one curled close to his older brother. Frank was being loud again, being annoying. The loud boom of his voice spooked the younger, as the older boy murmured soft words into his curly locks. “One day, we’ll run to the circus away from Frank. Jus’ you an’ me.”
“You can’t even do the monkey bars! How’re you gonna do the trapeze?”
Years later, Mickey points at the trapeze artist. “We should get one of those things.”
Ian chuckles. “Lip an I wanted to run away to the circus once.”
“Glad you didn’t.”
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