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milky-m-milky · 7 months
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{August 14 2023} [2.37 am] ~Ian sleeping~
I tasted you quickly the first time. I did again everytime we were together again. That taste on my lips, in my head made me go on into the dark times hoping that I had another kiss from you, your lips on mine again.
Isn't a hope anymore now. I can kiss you whenever I want.
I love you, Ian. ❤ I'm happy that we're happy and free.💚💙
I know I don't say often. And probably now I'm a bit high to say it and maybe tomorrow I'll delete this...
*spoiler: I didn't deleted because I didn't remembered about this the next morning*
@theforgottengallagher @gallavichgeek
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spacerockwriting · 7 days
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Galladrabbles: Blur
I think this is a sign I should wear my glasses more. But I never do.... Anyways, thanks to @callivich and @galladrabbles for this prompt.
Blur
“I’m fuckin’ old, Man.”
Mickey sits at the kitchen table. His eyes are squinting at the mail on the table, the names barely legible. He runs tattooed fingers through his hair, noticing more threads of grey. He debates whether he wants to wear the frames, or stay in the comfort of blurry vision.
Ian snorts. “They’re just glasses, Mick. Don’t be so dramatic. I think you look hot. Like a sexy librarian.”
“Books get you off, Red?”
“Mmm,” Ian hums, getting that devious glint in his eye. “Speak English to me,” he flirts, pushing aside the mail on the table.
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ohkate · 2 months
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| This love left a permanent mark.
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pluvio-lj · 1 month
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I just love how Ian and Mickey always end up going back to each other, no matter what. They can't resist each other and they're so madly in love, even after everything they went through and they're time apart, they fall back into pace with one another like no time has past at all!!
They are literally soulmates!!
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alchely · 2 months
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I wish at least one of Mickey's older brothers had been a more prominent character for a single (silly) reason.
Imagine Fiona hearing about all the "fucking fantastic" sex the Milkoviches are having with her brothers and later on with her sister (she's still there when it happens,shut up,this is an au) and she just decides to "try them out" for herself once. Idk it's probably a throwaway one-night stand or something,but there's a scene of her stumbling away from the encounter dazed as hell from how good it was lol.
And it's just...the Milkovich and the Gallaghers are really compatible ok?
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lupeloto · 9 months
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one thing about ian? he loves mickey’s laugh, like the genuine belly laugh that mickey does when he smiles really big and his eyes squint. he knows it’s rare for him to do it (not as rare as when they were kids but still rare) and when he does, ian finds himself just staring at him and taking it all in, amazed at how lucky he got.
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i mean look at it!! and look and ian admiring him!!
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golden28s · 7 months
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credits for this week's prompt to @galladrabbles and @arrowflier <3 i tried my best hope you all like it !!
prompt: you never asked
He knew it was a dumb question, he knew Mickey would probably call him softie. But he had been wondering so he asked one morning when they were still in bed. Mickey's head was in his chest and he refused to open his eyes just yet, so Ian caressed him in silence. "When did you know that you love me?" A brief silence, Ian's hand now in his hair, a sigh "When you left for the army" "What?" his tone is so surprised that it makes Mickey laugh "and you didn't tell me?" "You never asked" there's a grin on his lips and Ian just has to kiss him. "You're ridiculous" Mickey smiles even wider
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jademickian · 4 months
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I think it’s pretty neat that stargazing was a Gallavich thing. 
In season 2, Mickey says “you want us to put a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?” There is that—once again—an inner desire hidden behind the veil of a witty rhetoric. The dawn is popularly the symbol of new hope, the sun coming up shining its light, enveloping the ground with a potential of joy and rebirth. But with stargazing, the darkness in which it transpires precedes the coming of dawn. It is the hoping itself, the wishing, the tilting of head towards the sky, like the heart whispering a prayer to the universe. The sun is a very bright star that illuminates all. It’s overwhelming with its promise of renewal and warmth of love. That's why it’s much easier to look at tinier, less brighter stars at night. The multitude of them enough to give light—not too much—but just enough to stare at, so it doesn’t hit you all at once. The dawn would tell him he deserves to love and be loved, and that contrary to his belief, he’s not fucked for life. It’s a crazy jump, and the blaze of it might even burn. Meanwhile, the twinkle of the stars would tell him that a boy likes him enough to hang out with him, and that it is okay to long for something so far out of reach, for now.
In season 5, Ian is having some grass time (he’s lying on the grass), stargazing. Earlier than this, he mentions you can never see this many stars from Chicago because of light pollution. Mickey calls, and he holds it up to stare at his ringing phone. Contemplating whether he should or should not. He stares at the stars—weaver of fates, guider of travels. Desire, once again, for answers. A confirmation. Some direction. There must be something because here, they’re clearer, unlike back home where it’s hindered by stray city lights. Maybe this could help clear his clouded mind. Maybe he could draw constellations by connecting the dots and it’ll show him what to keep, what to lose. A glint. A flicker. “That’s the most important thing, to find somebody to love, right? Who loves you back for who you are.” But the thing about the stars’ divine message is that it could often be misunderstood. Misinterpreted. Maybe the stars will sigh, oh well. Guess you could take detours. Because another thing about stars is that, although enigmatic to a fault, they know where everything must go. They are close to the language of the gods. Perhaps for now, the answer is to be apart because in the grand scheme of things, it will all play out as planned. 
In season 7, together, under the very same stars. It is hope and desire realized. Who would’ve thought? It was inexplicable, almost alien, that this is how their story is going now. But to the stars, it’s an old song. This is exactly where they should be. It’s the same narrative back then under the bleachers, when they didn’t know better. When voicing your feelings seems a futile and gargantuan feat. It’s the same story now, when they reconvene after, celestial forces refusing to cut these ties. When feelings are all you could voice out, as you’ve learned that if they swim inside you long enough, you’ll drown. “God I missed you.” The stars have known since the beginning. Its plans, slowly unfolding themselves. The wisdom they hold seem nearer now that if reached by the fingertips could be cold to the touch—not yet, not yet. 
But even stars could grow impatient. 
Even stargazer lilies—observer of heavenly bodies, predictor of futures—bloom facing the sky. Upwards, toward the stars, the flower looks upon. Maybe they’re ready for the dawn. The sun, the bigger and brighter star. The ball of fire catapulting itself, yet it doesn’t burn. It caresses, warm to the touch, and over the land gives life. It is here before them, and it will be here after. 
“Now?” Now.
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zmickmilk · 3 months
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I WANNA SHOW U GUYS SOMETHING I NOTICED. So yk when Ian calls mickey and we see the bike chain
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( ignore the unsmoked cigs what is going on there??)
ANYWAY
there is a picture of noel (AS MICKEY OBVS) where he is wearing a bike chain ring
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Idk if this is possible like what size are bike chains ?? Can they be made into rings?? IDK BUT THEY CAN NOW. MICKEY MADE THE RING. In my heart Mickey makes himself a lil bike chain ring cause HE CAN. And ik the first chain looks bigger but idc I've decided he a lil cutie who makes jewellery and u cant change my mind with UNIMPORTANT facts. Okay that's all guys
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thetarttfuldickhead · 6 months
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Uh, so, I saw this kickass piece of fanart by @thwipped and whoops, innit:
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If caught and asked about it, Jamie couldn’t have explained why he did it.
Actually, no. Scratch that.
He could have explained, probably. He just wouldn’t have cared to.
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The way it goes is this:
He’s been with Richmond for a couple of months and haven’t those been the longest fucking months of his life, because yeah, ‘course it’s fun being the best fucking player on the team, ‘course it’s fun hearing the fans chant his name, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, and getting a bit of rest from his dad ain’t bad either, but Richmond is a shit club with a shit manager and the only fucking bright spot—
Well. That’s turned out to be shit too, hasn’t it.
At least Jamie’s killing it, at matches, at training, every fucking time he steps onto the pitch. No one can fucking touch him, dominating yeah, and today’s been a good day for it too, what with the photographer on the sidelines snapping picture after picture for some promo or other. Jamie didn’t pay too much attention to the details, just made sure they got him from his best angle (every angle’s his best angle), and that’s that, until a couple of days later when he walks past Hopkins’ (or Huggles’?) empty office and sees the photos spread out all across the desk.
And well. ‘Course he steps inside to have a look. Bound to be a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, right, and who doesn’t want to see that, and maybe he can grab one for Keeley, bet she’d love it.
There is a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, no surprise there. Difficult to choose the best one really, they’re all fucking brilliant  (‘cause he’s fucking brilliant), and he’s deliberating between an action shot of him about to score one of the prettiest goals this sad fuck of a club ever saw and a shot of him afterwards, chin raised against he blue autumn sky like a hero out of a movie or something. Gorgerous, innit.
And then his eyes fall on a picture of Roy.
A picture of Roy fucking Kent. And. Like. It’s not even anything special, not like Roy’s actually doing anything in it, it's just a stray shot of him caught unawares with his shirt raised to wipe the seat of his forehead and he’s—
He’s. Uh.
Fuck. Jamie stares and he stares and he stares because for all that his old attraction to Roy didn’t survive five fucking minutes of actually being in the same room as the man, that’s just—
The shorts riding low on his hips. The dark hair trailing down and down, and the glistening drops of sweat on his forehead and Jamie can fucking smell him and that’s not sexy, is it, except it really fucking is, and those arms, and something unguarded and vulnerable and the real Roy Kent is a royal cunt but the Roy Kent in the picture—
He’s something else, isn’t he. He’s fucking fit. (Okay, the real Roy Kent is that, too, but it kind of fades in the face of him being an insufferable old twat and all that.)
Jamie grabs the picture. Doesn’t let himself think too much about it. Shoves it in his pocket and walks away, feeling it burn, burn, burn against his side.
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When Jamie was twelve his mum gave him a poster of Roy Kent and Jamie was over the fucking moon. When Jamie was twenty-three he met Roy Kent and Roy Kent glared at him with unmitigated disgust and okay, fuck you too, mate. You’re not even that good anymore, and still you expect everyone to fall at your fucking feet, do your fucking bidding and make like you’re the fucking king, and fuck that, the king is dead, old man; long live the king.
Thing is, looking at the picture now it’s not that hard to forget about the real Roy Kent (nasty bastard) and remember the Roy Kent (fucking legend) that looked down on Jamie from his bedroom wall and whispered encouragements in the back of Jamie’s head and, a little later, featured frequently in fantasies of a different sort.
Picture in one hand, cock in the other, Jamie wanks to Roy for the first time since he came to Richmond (and if it’s not all just the memories of the man he once imagined, if it’s a little bit tinged with dark looks and growls and Roy snarling his name like it’s an insult… Well. That’s nobody’s business, that.)
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He keeps the photos in the bottom drawer in his bedroom and he doesn’t pull it out a lot, ‘cause there’s Keeley and she’s fucking fit and the sex is mindblowing and Jamie doesn’t need to gawk at pictures of sad old has-beens to get his rocks off.  
Sometimes there’s a different sort of itch, though, and he scratches it. No big deal.
(He wonders sometimes, what the real Roy would say if he knew. Plays it out in his mind, all the different ways it might go. Cums as he imagines it.)
He thinks maybe Keeley would like the picture too. Not ‘cause she’d like Roy, she’s got way better taste than that, and she’s fun and she likes a bit of fun and if there’s one thing Roy Kent ain’t, it’s fun, innit. But he’s fit and all, and Keeley’s got eyes.
He imagines it, sometimes, the two of them getting off together over the picture. If Roy – the real Roy – wasn’t such a miserable old prick, he’d suggest it to her maybe. But Roy is such a miserable old prick, and the whole thing is way too complicated to explain, so he doesn’t.
Then Keeley dumps him and the dream was only ever that.
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They send him back to City. Jamie doesn’t understand. One moment he’s sharing a bottle of tequila with Dani Rojas and taking up the Richmond chant and Jamie’s not wrong and for the first time he wonders if maybe there could be something for him here, and the next he’s woken up by his agent and that same evening he’s back in Manchester like he never left, only the stale air in the house he bought with his fifth paycheck tells him he did, and the numb sense of loss as he steps through the door tells him he did.
It’s months before he gets everything from London shipped and sorted. Busy getting up to speed with everything at the club and all. It’s good to be back, really, a proper team, a proper coach, all that. Dad starts getting in touch again, sure, but it is what it is.
So yeah, it’s months before he gets all his stuff unpacked and months before his fingers brush over something familiar and he stands there staring down on the picture or Roy and it’s odd because it seems like only yesterday he first saw it and it seems a lifetime ago.
A rush of lust – Pavlovian, right, Keeley? – but a rush of something else too, rusted barb wire tugging at his guts, sharp and sickening.
He looks at it for a long time and then he puts it away and this time he doesn’t take it out again. That’s over and done with.  
(Only, he doesn’t throw it away either. Just lets it sit in a neglected drawer, ignored but never let go, like all the other things that must never be.)
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(There’ll be a time, some years later, boxes packed and moved and unpacked and an old photo slipping to the floor and
what the fuck is this?
and
what’s that, babe? oh my god, you look hot! fucking hell! jamie, where did you even get this?
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when did you get this? i’m still playing here
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uh, well, you remember that photo shoot they did for the promo just a couple of months after i joined richmond?
and a raised eyebrow and
yeah?
and a shrug and cheeky grin and
yeah, well, picked it up for darts practise, didn’t I
and Roy snorts but he’s smiling too and
figures you’d be shit at darts
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what are you on about, man, i’m aces at darts… ooh, because there’s no holes in it you mean, yeah, no, you’re right, you’re right, i’m shit at darts, fucking terrible
and they’re both smiling now and Keeley is too and Roy notes how it’s clearly been handled a lot and what were you doing with it really and the glint in his eyes says he knows but Jamie tells him – tells them – anyway, in great, great detail.)
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takeyourpillsbitchh · 8 months
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You said you can’t do this.
You said this isn’t you any more.
But I don’t believe that.
The way you’re looking at me, tears shining in your green eyes says otherwise. You caress me and pull me tighter in a kiss that tastes like goodbye.
I pour everything I have left into this kiss. Hoping—begging it’s enough to change your mind. Like if I force my love into your mouth you’ll stay with me.
But when we pull away I see it in your eyes. Your mind hasn’t changed…but you don’t want to let me leave either.
Don’t do this.
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dins-cyarika · 6 months
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This is so random but like imagine a story that was a criminal minds and shameless crossover !!
Like you used to live with the Gallaghers but moved to dc for a job and became a profiler then there's a case in the southside and when you get there, they have a "suspect" in custody and jj and alvez interigate him but get nothing so you go in and ITS MICKEY and your like omg mick wtf and hugging and chatting etc and everyone is like wtf and you come out 20 mins later n be like nah wrong guy 🤦and for an wee extra maybe you have a past with lip and you left things unspoken and have been trying not to see him while your in town but he finds out and hunts u down to be like wtf why did u leave without saying goodbye and the whole team is like "she's so sad over this guy really ???"
That's my weird idea of today your welcome
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lovekenney · 3 months
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m4ndysk4nkovich · 9 months
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okay so i made a post (here) kind of about this a while ago, but here’s a full analysis on ian and mickey’s relationship and their struggles with abandonment and commitment issues:
as the seasons went on, one of the things made most clear about mickey milkovich, was his love language, acts of service. the way that mickey views love is that loving somebody is doing grand gestures to keep them with you. throughout the entire show, this is made clear, for example: robbing a man’s house for ian then kissing him (overcoming a huge fear of his), getting terry off of ian so that he would get more hurt than ian would, kissing ian in public, coming out for ian and getting the living shit beat out of him, (almost) murdering ian’s half-sister for calling the military police on him, snitching on a huge cartel and getting himself thrown back in prison for ian, attempting to escape prison again for ian, and eventually, faking marrying ian’s sister so that he could marry ian.
however, ian isn’t the same as mickey in that way. does ian love mickey? fuck yeah. but is ian as willing to do as much crazy shit in the name of love as mickey is? not really. it’s not that ian doesn’t love mickey or doesn’t risk a ton for mickey, because he does, he just loves mickey in a different way.
so, since mickey views love as doing grand gestures that could possibly risk everything in your life, he has a hard time understanding that people can love people in different ways that don’t involve a lot of danger. so when ian doesn’t go to mexico and doesn’t sign the marriage license, mickey feels as if ian doesn’t love him. his thought process is kind of just like i’ve done so much for ian, i’ve done everything to keep us together, but he still can’t commit, and that hurts mickey! it’s so obvious that he feels that way in 10x08 when ian says, “i wanna know how you feel!” and mickey just looks beyond pissed and hurt. and in the next episode, ian tries to explain himself, but mickey says, “no, you’re just saying that you don’t love me enough now”. to an extent, he understands that he and ian have different minds that work in very different ways, but he can’t grasp the thought of ian not signing those papers, because to him that’s a grand gesture, and a grand gesture = loving somebody.
but the reason that ian doesn’t sign the papers isn’t because he doesn’t love mickey, it’s because he’s afraid to commit. debbie tells him that he’s scared of commitment, and ian tells mickey himself that the reason he’s scared is because of his parents. and truly, it makes sense. from what we’ve seen of frank and monica, it’s been stated that they’ve been married many times; and ever since season 4 the show has made a point of showing ian’s fear of becoming his mother. and historically throughout shameless ian hasn’t had the best romantic history. he’s been with so many men that he tells a nurse that he doesn’t even know how many, we’ve seen him with men old enough to be his father- possibly even grandfather, and every single of age boyfriend (including mickey, sorry) has treated him like actual dog shit at one point. it makes sense that he’s afraid. he grew up seeing his parents fight with each other and leave each other (and their children) and then seeing his sister get into toxic relationships with men who, in ian’s words, weren’t very nice to her. his view on love is warped, and yes, he does love mickey, but loving mickey scares ian, and believe me, it scares mickey, too.
the real explanation to most of ian and mickey’s conflicts throughout the show is that ian has commitment issues and mickey has abandonment issues. they both grew up gay in abusive households on the south side, and loved each other regardless, but it was hard for them, and always will be hard.
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starryeyedadmirer · 11 months
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✨Some very much-needed Gallavich mpreg content!!!✨
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lingy910y · 6 months
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Galladrabbles
okay I'm proud of making this drabble fit the entire song of "Crack the Shutters" by Snow Patrol, prompted by @silvanshadow for @galladrabbles. thanks for giving me a song to listen to for the last 6 hours!
Silver fingers ghost over a glowing arm, and slowly goes up the entire body.
Mickey gazes up at the celestial being in front of him. "We needa leave again?"
Ian chuckles. "You know that already, Moon. We've done this for billions of years."
"Not fair, I don't know anyone living on Earth. I only know you, yet I only see you at most five times a year."
"Our duty, Mickey. Billions will die," Ian repeats, reaching to caress Mickey's cheek in his steaming palm.
"Still fucking hot," Mickey groans, and Ian detests everything for wanting Mickey as much as him.
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