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gallavichthings · 4 months

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It's time!

How would you all like 21 22 fics on the 21st 22nd of December?

The Gallavich Masquerade Ball 2023 is now open! Grab a glass of champagne or anything else you'd prefer, some hors d'oeuvres, and choose your (first) dance partner for the night!

You can check all the fics in our AO3 collection or on this post, after the cut. A list of all authors with links to their profiles is also included. This post is pinned so you can check it whenever you want.

And here's the link for the form where you can put your guesses. It's only one form for all the fics, so please wait to submit your guesses only after you've read them all.

Here's the updated point system:

Points for readers: Correct guess on first choice: 5 points. Correct guess on second choice: 2 points. Incorrect guess: lose 1 point. (Please note that you only lose 1 point per story, even if you guess incorrectly on both choices.)

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Leaving kudos and comments is allowed and appreciated! Writers are also allowed to answer, but it's up to them whether to already do it or wait until everyone's identity is revealed so as not to give anything away accidentally. Oh, and if you want to post something about the fics here on Tumblr but can't tag them, I can serve as buffer for now lol.

Oh, and the surprise? The winners will get some great fanart, courtesy of the talented @doshiart! Isn't that awesome?! 🥂

Cheers!

Keep reading to get a list of all the fics with their summaries and word count, as well as a list of all the authors, with links to their AO3 profiles.

FICS:

AITA? (2,072)

AITA? My new clients (29M and 31M) threatened me and I want to fire them. I know that’s not official therapist speak. TLDR; I want to encourage them to have healthier boundaries and find a new therapist, but until then, what do I do?

Attitude adjustment (4,483)

Post-canon Ian and Mickey figure out some relationship issues. That includes insults, (play-)fighting, more insults, and orgasms. Or: Mickey is having an attitude. Thank god Ian knows exactly what to do.

Black Charcoal meets Fiery Red (1,838)

Ian poses in a life drawing class. A straight forward job, if not for the guy with the blue eyes who can't stop staring at him.

Carnival (3,136)

Ian and Mickey spend the evening at a carnival... "Ian locked the car’s door, and put his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, as they walked towards the carnival. He had brought the leaflet home a few days ago, wiggling the colorful sketch of a carousel and the outdated font under Mickey’s nose with some hopeful glee. Mickey had protested for habit sake, but had caved in pretty easily..."

Five Dates with Brad f*cking Pitt (4,269)

Sometimes things may not be what they seem. Especially when there are assholes around who add fuel to the fire just for the sake of a fucking joke.

Groceries (2,260)

A routine trip to the store turns into a trip down memory lane.

The Guardians (4,879)

3,000 years ago, they had to join forces to defeat an evil sorcerer. Now, the sorcerer was back, and more powerful than ever. Could they defeat him for good?

i'll find a new place to be from (5,947)

They stand in silence for a couple beats, unspoken words lingering above their heads. The cig in his hand has long burned out and Ian resists the temptation to light up another, and another. He feels his mouth open, and close, then open again–but nothing comes out. Time’s up. "See you inside, Red," Mickey finally says before pushing the door open, and Ian remembers how to breathe.

Infused Attraction (3,434)

Mickey has to receive Iron infusions. Ian is a student nurse who is assisting the other nurses with the infusion. Mickey is interested in the redhead. Ian is seemingly interested in him too. Let's see how it goes!

Italy (I Trust And Love You) (3,183)

"Ian closed his eyes and ran a hand through his damp hair. He sighed and straightened his shoulders. Took a deep breath, as if to steal himself for some monumental task, and walked off down the sidewalk. The rain made quick work of drenching him. Ian didn’t seem to notice. In the dirt beneath the tree, drawn in crude blocky letters made with the toe of his boot: I + M." OR A story mostly told through Debbie's eyes during world war two, as she worries for all her brothers, but particularly the one sent home much before the rest.

Jump To Recipe (5,977)

Hiring Mickey Milkovich - Freelance Photographer to shoot the photos for his food blog was the best move Ian’s ever made. Mickey’s a fantastic shot, plus he’s committed to the success of Ian’s blog. (He’s fucking hot, too. But that’s just an added bonus.) And the best thing about him, is that in all the ways he’s professional behind the camera, he’s refreshingly unprofessional to Ian’s face. Which means when he comes around, Ian always knows he’s in for a good laugh, intriguing conversation, and an ego boost - Mickey never shy about how much he loves Ian’s food when they dig in after the shoot. Ian’s made chocolate lava cake today. But when extra time leads to their at-home appointment going way off script - Mickey wanting to update Ian’s headshots, but with a twist - who will the spicier photos leave wanting more, the “housewife army” from his blog’s comment section, or Ian and Mickey?

A Lot (4,245)

What could have happened if Ian had told Mickey that he was worried about going to Mexico with him?

The man in the van (2,141)

“Suppose I should thank you for the compliment then,” Ian teases, smirking a little. The guy snorts. “Don’t mention it, Red. I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.” He proceeds to shamelessly check Ian out again, licking the corner of his mouth as he does. or Ian Gallagher wouldn't mind some excitement in his life. Enter one Mickey Milkovich, ready to oblige.

ole red (5,596)

Mickey is out of prison and walking the straight and narrow with help of his cheering section, P.O. Larry . It’s hard being tough in a pastel polo and dad shorts. Old Army is just a paycheck until he meets the assistant manager, Ian. Finally he figures out Ian was Mandy’s Ian from their teen years. Mickey is attracted to the redhead but is still closeted. Ian responds to Mickey lashing out by revealing he knows Mickey’s secret. Mickey decides to be brave and the reward , huge 😈

The Reason to Exist (4,851)

lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: can you stop stealing my loot lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: this team only needs 1 sharpshooter anyway 😐 mm1234567890 [18:23]: shut up u f** lieutenantcolonel [18:23]: WHAT

Red Hot (4,364)

Ian's workday has been shitty... but his afternoon might just be very different. Thanks to his favorite nephew and a certain mouthy and opinionated stall owner at the winter farmer's market.

A Salute Before We Sink (4,601)

The world will end tomorrow. Ian's only chance at survival is to earn a spot in an underground bunker. One man stands in his way.

Snowballs and Sneaking Out (2,441)

Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.

So drunk on you (3,878)

"Then Mickey launches himself into quite a detailed account of the previous evening and there goes Ian’s sanity. He’s learned over the months to hone his selective hearing. That is, he’s not tuning Mickey out completely but he’s trained his brain to gloss over the facts that fall under the TMI category and focus on the highlights. Again, for the sake of his sanity. Because the thing is, he’s so gone on Mickey it’s actually embarrassing. And he’s been gone pretty much from the very beginning." Just another friends-to-lovers story.

Span the Distance, Bridge the Border (4,988)

Ian and Mickey are happy, living on the West Side and adjusting to life as husbands in their new apartment. Things are going well, really well, until one day Mickey’s brothers show up. And God only knows what they could possibly want.

weight of the world (3,360)

Mickey thought he was fucked for life and that he’d never see his mom again. Turns out he was wrong about both of those things.

Wonderful- a Gallavich Christmas Mini-fic (5,030)

In which Mickey learns the reason for the season or How the Mick gained Christmas.

AUTHORS:

Blodeuwedd

Calli_Writes

Captain_Jowl

energie_vie

Gallabitch73

gallawitch

Gembu

GrandSelfMythology

IanGalagher

JuliaKay

lingy910y

MissSnowwhitepink

mmmichyyy

My_Brain_Melted

NotHereNJ

Rayrayor

sam_writes_fics

Suzy_Queue

sweet_perversion

Sweetbee78

whatthebodygraspsnot

whatyouandihave

#Gallavich #Ian x Mickey #Shameless #Shameless US #Gallavich fanfiction #Gallavich Masquerade 2023 #Events #Mod post #now updated

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sisitrip · 4 months

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More Like Me, With You

Palate cleanser from some heavy. Don't know what this is, but it made me feel warm.

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Mickey’s key’s clatter against their door and Ian stretches on the couch, wiggling his toes in relief. Finally. A rare, full day apart from Mickey had reminded him of what it felt like to not have his husband at kissing distance.

What a shock. He’d hated it.

He’s been askew in his skin all day and his mind sparked chaotic like so many pop rocks on a wet tongue. An empty apartment and being alone with his thoughts has never before, or now, been a good thing for him.

Cold chapped and smiling, Mickey steps into the tropical heat of their apartment. Ian’s set up a trap house tailored to his husband’s tastes and he doesn’t feel guilty at all. The apartment was humidly redolent with dinner - a crock pot full of brisket, potatoes, and the veggie puree he’d snuck in. Cold beer was sitting in the refrigerator and various other items he knows Mickey loves are scattered around the apartment. He probably gets more out of doing these things for Mickey than Mickey does himself. It’s a poorly kept secret that he mainline’s Mickey’s happiness shamelessly.

“Ah fucking yesss,” Mickey hisses when he closes the door behind him and the warmth hits his face. “You’re getting all the blowjobs.”

Ian laughs and drops his book on the coffee table.

“That’s a pretty tall promise, husband.”

Mickey starts shedding his shoes and clothes as he walks over.

“I mean that shit, husband. It’s jungle perfect in here,” Mickey says, finally stripped down to his boxers and tank top. He flops down onto Ian, pulling a laugh from him.

“We aim to please,” he chuckles, wrapping Mickey up in his arms. The cold clings stubbornly to his hair which makes Ian shiver in his own shorts and t-shirt. “How was it without me today?”

“You want a lie or the truth?” Mickey asks, burrowing.

“The truth.”

“It sucked. Not the work, but the rig. That shit’s loud as fuck when you’re not in it.”

Ian smiles and rubs Mickey between his shoulder blades. Loud is code for lonely.

“Sorry I couldn’t be there. Lip rarely uses the emergency child care card.”

Mickey snorts into his neck and hooks a leg over his thigh.

“Fred, good?”

“Perfectly slobbery. He put applesauce in my hair.”

Mickey chuckles. “Fred put his favorite thing to eat on his favorite thing. That kid likes your hair as much as I do.”

He hums and noses into Mickey’s hair, sniffing past the cold, smoke and city smells to find what he’s looking for. When he does, he inhales deeply. “Speaking of favorite things,” he murmurs and smiles when Mickey laughs.

“Fucking sniffer,” Mickey mumbles into his collar bone. “Repeat offender sniffer.”

“Then stop being a human aromatherapy candle,” he teases, sniffing again. He stops when Mickey’s belly rumbles against his.

“Tell me what you ate today and I better not hear Snickers once. Your last dentist appointment was a miracle.”

“I had food.” Mickey shoves his hands under Ian’s back and hides his face. He can feel Mickey trying to cross his lying little fingers.

“Like?”

“Mountain Dew and a candy bar.”

“What’d I say about the Snickers?” he faux gruffs.

“I never said the word Snickers,” Mickey says with a sniff.

He grins, giving Mickey’s temple a peck. “You eat like a bachelor when I’m not around.”

“Then stop ditching me for Fred. He can’t even talk,” Mickey says, nipping his neck.

They lie quietly for a bit, listening to the muffled city sounds and wind pelting snow at their windows. Although the world is ordered now that he had Mickey close, he can’t quite let go of the discomfort he’d felt all day. It was like he wasn’t himself until Mickey was around. As a matter of fact, it’s been a long time since he’d thought about who he was without this soft, heaven-scented man in his arms.

“Mick?”

“Mmmm?”

“Did you feel like yourself today?”

Mickey makes a noise of confusion.

“Uh, kind of?”

“Explain please,” he says, stroking Mickey’s back.

“I mean, it’s having a routine, you know? If it gets out of whack, anyone would feel out of sorts or whatever.”

“Was it because I wasn’t there?” he asks softly.

Mickey pulls back, face comically sad.

“My world caved in,” he begins, sober as a grave.

Ian flushes. Here it comes.

“I looked at the long devastation of the day and nearly gave up because you weren’t there.”

“Shut up,” he says, starting to laugh.

“When I thought the snow would drown me in the hole your absence made, I reached for a potion, nay! An elixir.” Mickey bows his head solemnly. “Yes. A flagon of Mountain Dew. Without it, I might have perished.”

Ian’s laughing hard now. “You’re a dick.”

Mickey settles down, laughing too.

“And you’re in your head again. Stop that shit. You’re Ian, and I’m Mickey even when we’re apart.” Mickey nuzzles into his neck. “But, truth? I feel more like me when we’re together.”

He kisses Mickey’s cheek. “Me too.”

Mickey hums against his neck then stills when his stomach grumbles again.

“Alright, are you ready to eat?” Ian asks, giving him a squeeze.

“Yeah.”

He makes as if to get up. “Come on then. I got brisket on.”

Mickey grumbles and sags his weight down fully, hiding his face in Ian’s shoulder.

“Wait a minute.”

“Why? Thought you were hungry.”

“I am.”

“Then let me up so I can get us some food,” he laughs when Mickey doesn’t budge. “You need to eat, baby.”

Mickey kisses his neck and squeezes close.

“Need this more.”

He liquifies to absolute besotted goo, sliding his hands under Mickey’s tank and down into his shorts, squeezing softly.

“You are several levels of sweet, Mickey Gallagher,” he whispers into his hair.

“It’s the Snickers,” Mickey mutters.

Ian holds him tight, head and heart full of all the things that are completely true about Mickey, but would be brushed off by his husband as romantic nonsense.

“Nope. The candy hasn’t got a damn thing to do with it,” he murmurs, accepting Mickey’s soft kiss.

“Yeah?” Mickey whispers.

“Yeah.”

They curl into each other in the loving humidity of the life they’ve built together, needing nothing more than to be this close for a while.

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iris-writesx · 9 months

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Little Fucker | Gallavich

ian and mickey wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of an intruder in their kitchen, but it not what it seems — idk what this is but hey my first full gallavich fic, whoop whoop. honestly this is just a rambled mess of fluff. i’m still trying to get my characterisation for these boys down, so feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

2k words — mention of past trauma, though this is all fluffy and domestic. mickey and ian are married

fic requests are open for gallavich, please send any and all into my asks. reblogs and feedback would also make me super happy <3

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Mickey had always been a light sleeper. Just the feeling of Ian’s weight leaving the mattress in the morning was enough to stir him from his sleep, blinking groggily up at his husband as he got ready for the day. He supposed it was due to his upbringing, being awoken by Terry yelling or things being thrown at him throughout his childhood. He distinctly remembers one night when he was ten being woken by the shattering of glass, and later realised that the bottle Terry had thrown in his drunk stupor had missed and smashed the window instead. That whole winter he had slept with two jumpers on to stop the winter air blowing into his room from freezing him to death.

So he was a light sleeper. Which is why the crash that came from their kitchen was enough to force Mickey out of his sleep, his eyes wide as he immediately rose up into a sitting position. He sat frozen, listening for anything else, before another crash followed, something smashing against their tiled kitchen floor.

Ian was blissfully asleep beside him, and it took Mickey four shoves against his husband’s arm before he even began to stir.

“What?” He groaned, not even turning to look at him, eyes still closed.

“Get up.”

“Fuck off,” Ian grumbled, rolling over to face away from Mickey, and huffing out of his nose he grabbed onto Ian’s forearm and shook it a bit roughly until he had annoyed him enough to roll back over to face him. “Holy fuck, what do you want?”

Mickey glared down at his husband, offended by the immediate annoyance… as if he wouldn’t act the same if awoken in the middle of the night. “Someone’s in the fuckin’ kitchen, asshole.”

That definitely got Ian’s attention. Mickey observed as his eyebrows immediately scrunched, lips turning downwards as he also sat up, eyes shifting past Mickey to stare at their closed bedroom door, as if he could see through it.

Ever since Mickey had been sleeping in the same bed as Ian — since he finally started accepting just how much he needed Ian, since the nights where he was supposed to be on Ian’s bedroom floor were spent up against him in his bed — he had always put himself between Ian and the door. Maybe it was the assumption that there would always be danger, like he was living at home and there was always a chance of Terry barrelling through the door to hit him. But Mickey knew that he’d always want Ian further into the room than himself. Realistically, he knew that probably nothing was ever going to happen — a little ironic after he had been woken up by the sound of an intruder in their kitchen — but just in case, he would always put himself into the line of danger first.

Ian was still staring at the door. His hand had unconsciously reached out to grip onto Mickey’s leg, a light squeeze against the plush of his thigh. “I can’t hear anything, Mick.”

“You think I’m fuckin’ making it up?”

Ian turned to scowl at him. “That’s not what I said. I’m j’st saying that it doesn’t sound like anybody’s there.”

“I know what I heard, asshole-“

Another smash came from the kitchen, and instead of jumping like Ian did, Mickey couldn’t help the smug smile that formed over his mouth. “Told you, bitch.”

Ian rolled his eyes but didn’t respond, instead he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leaned down, grabbing a shirt from the floor and quickly throwing it on. Mickey, who cared much less about looking decent in front of a fucking burglar, instead leaned down to grab the gun that he kept tucked under his side of the bed just in case. He rounded the bed and forcefully shoved Ian beside him, reaching out with his free hand to open the doorknob. “Stay behind me.”

Ian didn’t argue, so he pulled open the door and stepped out into the hallway, his gun raised out in front of him. Within all of the domestic bliss that he and Ian had been living in for some time now, it had actually been a while since he’d held a gun — the last time was probably when he had put it under his side of the bed. The weight of it felt heavy in his hand, the metal cold against his skin — he never thought that he would be in a place where the feeling of a gun in his hand was weird to him.

With Ian still behind him they got to the kitchen, and whilst there was no intruder to be seen, there was glass and porcelain smashed all over their floor. He glanced up at the counter and noticed that there were still a few plates and a glass that had been left to clean up in the morning, and he was guessing that the ones now in pieces on the floor came from that stack of washing up.

“Aw man,” Mickey grumbled, nudging a larger piece of black porcelain with his toe. “My favourite fuckin’ mug.”

“Mick look-”

“Yeah I know, man, I can see it.”

“No,” Ian huffed, and poked one of his shoulder blades. “On the table.”

Mickey turned his head, and just blinked when he saw the little orange cat sat on their kitchen table, staring back at them with its huge bug eyes. It reminded him of one of the little street cats from back home that Mandy used to insist on feeding when she was just a kid. “What the fuck is that thing doing in here?”

“Must’ve come in through the window,” Ian nudged him again, and Mickey glanced up at the open window above the counter. “Poor guy must’ve knocked all the glasses over on his way in.”

“Poor guy? It broke our shit.”

“Yeah well I told you to close the windows at night.”

Mickey turned to shoot Ian a glare, as if to say it wasn’t his fault that the little fucker got into their home, but Ian slipped past him and sidestepped all of the glass over towards the table, where he reached down to scratch said little fucker on the top of its head.

“I’ll clean up then, yeah?” He huffed, putting the gun in the waistband of his boxers for now as he carefully dodged any glass on the floor to grab the broom they kept stood by the fridge, and started to sweep all of the shards into a pile. When he glanced up at Ian he was still fussing over the cat, and he just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. “Aye, some fuckin’ help would be nice.”

“He hasn’t got a collar,” Ian had that dumb puppy dog pout on his lips as he turned back to his husband, and in one motion he scooped the cat up into his arms, cradling the thing against his chest. “And he’s really small. I think he’s a stray, Mick.”

“Oh yeah? Too bad, it broke my mug, piece of shit.”

Ian glared, dipping his head down to kiss the cat on its peanut head. “We should let him stay for the night.”

“Why should we do that?” Mickey rolled his eyes, leaning the broom against the counter once he had all of the shards in a pile, and instead grabbed the dustpan to collect it all to toss into the bin.

“‘Cause it’s cold out.”

“Thing’s got fur, ain’t it?” Ian was still glaring when he looked back up and he just groaned, wiping a hand over his face as he let the now empty dustpan clatter down against their counter. “Christ, you really wanna keep it here for the night?”

Ian raised his eyebrows. “Not just for the night-“

“Ain’t fuckin’ happening, Gallagher.”

Ian sighed, putting the cat down on the table gently before he moved over to him, that fucking stupid pout back on his face as he took Mickey’s shoulders in his hands with a light squeeze. “He’s just a small thing, Mick, he won’t be any trouble.”

“It’s been here for five fuckin’ seconds and smashed half of our cups.”

Ian squeezed his shoulders a little firmer, tilting his head at him. “Please?” His hands left his shoulders and went down to his hips, tugging him close enough for them to be pretty much flush against each other, before his lips quirked upwards playfully. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me, Mister Gallagher?”

He groaned, because his husband was so fucking lame sometimes, but looped his arms over his shoulders regardless. Mickey would never be able to resist giving Ian what he wanted to make him happy and Ian fucking knew that, but it didn’t stop him from giving his husband the worst scowl he could muster as Ian squeezed his hips again.

Fucker.

“One night, man,” Mickey told him, his façade dissipating a little as Ian gave him a little kiss, just a light press of their lips. “I’m fuckin’ serious, tomorrow night that scraggly fuck is going back to the streets, ‘kay?”

Mickey knew that the cat wouldn’t be going anywhere, Ian knew that the cat wouldn’t be going anywhere, which is probably why he had that dumb smile of his on his face as he leaned in to kiss Mickey again, for longer that time, making him all melty and fucking weak like Ian usually got him.

His sixteen year old self would be in fucking disbelief if he saw him now. Mickey often thought back on that time. The denial, the self loathing, his destructive behaviour towards both himself and Ian. It wasn’t all that long ago that Mickey had apologised for one particularly nasty thing he could remember calling Ian.

They had just gotten into bed for the night, the room dark, Ian’s hand on his thigh drawing invisible little shapes on the skin there.

Mickey had been mulling over that memory for a while in his head, a scrunched up disgusted expression on his face as he recalled calling Ian nothing but a warm mouth. It had left a vile taste on his tongue to even say it the first time, but to think back on it made his chest burn with hatred for his younger self. Ian had deserved more than him back then. Mickey was only worthy of him now that he had changed for him.

“M’sorry for all the shit I called you,” Mickey watched as Ian turned to face him, clearly confused. “Back then, man, all the shit I said,” he was slowly getting better at apologies, so he paused for a moment as Ian nodded a little, an understanding smile on his face. “You were always more than that, you know. Always meant something more to me, Gallagher.”

Which is why Mickey wouldn’t be kicking that fucking cat out, as much as the thought of having a cat around the place wasn’t that pleasing.

Ian was still smiling like he didn’t believe him, and squeezed his hips again as he pecked his lips one last time. “‘Kay.”

Mickey cleared his throat as Ian finally stepped backwards, his skin feeling a little hot, because there was a gun tucked into the waistband of his boxers, yes, but part of him was now definitely excited to see his husband.

Like he could fucking help it when Ian pulled that shit.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Mickey groaned, and even though both of them knew they wouldn’t be going back to sleep yet, Ian gave a huge smile as he nodded, hooking an arm around his husband’s shoulders as he started to walk them back to the bedroom. “And the cat’s not comin’ into our room, no fuckin’ way.”

Ian just laughed, patting his shoulder. “Sure, Mick.”

As expected, Mickey got up to let the cat into their room a little past three o’clock in the morning, and when he woke up it was asleep on his chest.

Little fucker.

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thereyoflights · 4 months

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Bareback, a Gallavich drabble for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt by @ohkate — Bareback. It’s been a while since I wrote a drabble for these two, and I’m glad to finally be back!

Rated E, 100 words, 1/1 complete

CW: anal sex, barebacking, unsafe sex, creampie, possessiveness

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Ian loves barebacking with Mickey.

It isn’t just how overwhelmingly hot and tight Mickey feels when Ian slides into him that he wonders why they ever bothered with condoms. Or that he knows Mickey can feel the difference, too, with the way his back arches, fucking himself on Ian’s cock, moaning like a goddamned virgin. Or, even, how quickly it pulls an orgasm from them both.

No, it’s that Ian knows Mickey’s gonna walk all over Chicago with his spend leaking out of him for hours to come, marking him wholly his.

And, well, Ian loves that more than anything.

#Gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #shameless us #gallavich smut #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfic #my fic #bri’s writing #drabble

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thegallavault · 11 months

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hi pals! It’s me, bee 🐝, aka @gallawitchxx, aka gallawitch on AO3 & i’m a writer in the shameless fandom! i love me some ian & mickey, but i especially love supporting the incredible community of creators who have been making art for over a decade!

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twinklyylights · 3 months

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Proud (Outro). - Twinklylights - Shameless (US) [Archive of Our Own] 13/13

He’s ready to continue being a husband. To continue loving Ian like it’s what he was put on earth to do.

He’s ready to wake up every day and know that he and Ian have made it. That all the things they’ve been through have been worth it.

He’s ready for year two and all the years that’ll come after that.

All the time they’ve got to spend, falling more in love with each other.

He’s ready for all of it.

Or, the month by month, high and low-lights of Mickey’s second year as a husband.

Read the WHOLE THING on Ao3!

Finally.

#who else cried #can't believe I wrote all that #its 125k!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Gallavich #mickey milkovich #my writing #ao3 #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fic #shameless us #ian gallagher #i suppose

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mzshko · 8 months

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Galladrabbles!

Thanks to @thepupperino for the CONTROL prompt and @galladrabbles.

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Ian pulls Mickey in by the nape of his neck and kisses him. Licks into Mickey's mouth as Mickey tugs at his hair, pushing his hood back, but Ian doesn't mind the cold now.

They make out there, against the dugout wall, hands roaming. Ian flips them around, pressing Mickey into the brick, a knee between his legs, but he pulls away, breathless.

"Take me the fuck home, Gallagher. Jesus. We’re not kids anymore."

"Right. Yeah," Ian snickers, shutting his eyes briefly, trying to get his dick under control enough for him to drive. "We pay bills now and shit."

#100 words #galladrabble #galladrabbles #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfiction #no87

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jrooc · 11 days

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My fic ❤️‍🔥 In My Veins Like Lightning ⚡️is no longer a WIP!

With amazing @gallapiech art 😭

Read the Epilogue now Or start from the beginning

Epilogue: It's Mickey's big race day and the bike boys try something new 👀

Summary:

Ian lives in Toronto with Lip, having relocated to open a Canadian branch of the company. Mickey, a pro cyclist, moved to Toronto as an escape from his life. Their paths cross almost literally as they run into each other. However, what happens next hinges on whether either can overcome their traumatic pasts.

Rating: E

#bike boys #kinda proud of this one #jrooc writes #love these idiot boys #gallavich fanfiction #ian x mickey #gallavich fanfic #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #sports au #mob au #self rec

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bawlbrayker · 8 months

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My first ever fan fic! 🤯

Cute side fact... as I hit 'post' I was up the the beat drop on the Club Kiss scene. 🫂

Over the last 12 months of being a part of the Gallavich fandom, I have read over 2750 fics. Decided that I wanted to be a real part of it.

I hope you enjoy it like I did.

#The Docks scene #S7E10 #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #shameless us #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction

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doodlevich · 1 year

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“Mickey,” Ian finally says, a little breathless. “You make me so fucking happy.” Another kiss, softer, calmer, and then, “I’m just—so fucking in love with you.”

for this month’s @gallacrafts theme we were asked to make a craft based on one of our favorite one-shots!

here’s my favorite scene from @ianrightsonly’s fic “of locked doors and thunderstorms”

ever since I read it, this fic has had a special place in my heart, because the atmosphere is so well built and the writing flows like poetry! Please go give it a read if you haven’t already, you will not be disappointed!

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallacrafts #gallavich fanart #gallavich fanfiction

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very-sleepy-head · 1 year

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Spit and swallow

Mickey discovering his spit kink [extended addition].

Part 1 (kinkmas day 14)

Part 2

By the time Mickey realized what was going on Ian had him pinned to the wall with his knee shoved up against his crotch and his hands holding Mickey’s hands above his head.

Fuck.

Mickey couldn’t help but moan.

They just got ready for bed after a night out with friends and they were both only in their underwear. Mickey knew talking about their sex life with their friends was going to come bite him in the ass. And not in a good way.

Maybe lying about their sex life sort of made it worse.

Mickey felt Ian’s hot breath on his neck and his own breath shuttered.

"It's kinda cute how ‘such a tough guy can become a horny mess with just a few pushes’ , don’t you think?” Ian whispered against his ear before biting his earlobe. Mickey’s hips pushed forwards, trying to get closer to Ian.

Yep, Ian was repeating Mickey’s exact words from earlier tonight. Not his finest moment.

Read on Ao3

Ian continued, “It's funny how you were bragging to our friends how you’d never let anyone control you in bed ,” Ian mocked, “but now look at you, don’t look so tough right now. Cute little slut.”

“Ian–” Mickey was silenced mid sentence when Ian bit his neck.

“I didn't say you could talk, did I?” Ian let go of Mickey's arms, who let them fall to his sides with a thud.

Ian pulled back, just a little, and grinned. “Bet I could spit in your mouth and you'd thank me for it, wouldn't you, baby?”

Mickey wasn’t ready to back down so quickly. “Maybe. If you asked nicely.” He snarked back.

Ian paused for a moment. “Hmmm…Maybe later. Different plan. On your knees.”

It took a split second for the command to register but quickly Mickey scrambled to the right position. Mickey kneeled down with his hands on his knees and his head looking up at Ian as he waited for Ian’s next move.

Ian took this opportunity to appreciate his husband's body below him. His thick thighs, his milky skin, his pink nipples. He waited a few moments, letting Mickey’s position sink in, giving him a chance to adjust his mindset.

There was something really satisfying about being on his knees for Ian. Maybe it was because he'd grown enough to realize it didn't make him more gay than getting fucked by Ian. Or maybe it was because Mickey loved the feeling of having Ian's eyes on him.

Ian’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I think I want an apology,” Ian said, breaking the silence.

“Come on!” Mickey whined.

Ian raised an eyebrow in amused disapproval. “What?”

Mickey huffed, “Ian…” dragging out the word.

“Whining again,” Ian said, very calmly. Ian counted to ten in his head, nice and slow, and said, “Do you know how to talk properly now?”

“I do,” Mickey grumbled.

“And?”

Mickey huffed out a little breath. “Sorry for saying I boss you in bed. And…”

“And?” Ian prompted.

“And I don’t know! I’m trying my best, man, I really am, I don’t–”

Ian snorted. “You’re doing your best?”

“Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean I’m wrong,” Mickey said.

“Try again.”

Mickey pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, then tilted his head down, forehead resting against Ian’s thigh. Ian waited in silence, letting Mickey take his time.

“Help me?” Mickey whispered.

He lingered like that, and after a few seconds, Ian’s fingers slipped into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, before they moved lower, to caress the back of his neck.

“Open your eyes,” Ian instructed.

Mickey did as he was told, his eyes glazed as he struggled to focus on Ian. Ian bent down to kiss him, only briefly, and Mickey’s lips relaxed against his. Ian pulled back.

“If you look away, I’ll stop,” Ian warned but there was no sting, but the threat still made Mickey shudder. “You’ll sit here, you’ll put your hands where they belong, and you’ll let me fuck that lying mouth of yours. Got it?”

Mickey was getting embarrassed at how much he’s enjoying this, at how easy it is for Ian to play with him, at how hard it got him.

He nodded, and Ian considered him for a few seconds, before he pushed two fingers into Mickey’s mouth. Mickey took them easily, letting them press flat against his tongue, gazing up at Ian, who held his gaze. He sucked on Ian’s fingers, focusing on Ian’s warm voice. “You will let me do this and then we can play.” It wasn’t really a question but Mickey considered the words before he hummed in agreement. Ian grinned and pushed his fingers in deeper, letting his husband choke on them slightly.

Mickey took a deep breath through his nose, letting Ian’s fingers linger in his mouth, and tried to get himself into a headspace that might allow him to be still and patient and wait.

“Just like that. You love being told what to do, don’t you?” Ian cooed.

That annoying bastard.

Mickey could bite him.

Fuck , he could bite him.

He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t.

He shivered, and Ian pushed his fingers in deeper, until he choked again.

Ian pulled his fingers out of Mickey’s mouth. “Be good.”

Ian straightened up. A slow, dangerous smile curled across Ian’s face and Mickey shivered again, chewing on his lower lip. “Keep that pretty mouth open.”

Mickey let his mouth drop open without a word, let his tongue hang out.

Ian slid his fingers into Mickey’s hair, holding his head in place as dragged his boxers down slowly, just to tease Mickey, smirking when Mickey licked his lips. As soon as his cock was in front of him, Mickey took a deep breath, his hands curling into fists as he fought to hold still. His mouth hung open, as wide as he could, waiting and ready.

Ian traced the tip of his dick along Mickey’s lower lip. Mickey’s breath hitched, and he swallowed hard to keep himself from licking his lips. He managed to control himself and waited patiently under Ian’s gaze.

“Deep breath.”

Mickey obeyed, and as he exhaled, Ian pushed his cock into his mouth. Mickey moaned around Ian’s cock and relaxed his throat as much as he could.

Mickey loved the taste of Ian, loved the weight and warmth in his mouth.

Ian placed both of his hands on the back of Mickey’s head and started to fuck into the warm mouth in a slow pace. The head of Ian’s cock hit the back of Mickey’s throat with every thrust, moving faster and faster.

Mickey’s eyes stayed on Ian, drinking in the sexy expression on his face. The power to make Ian feel so good satisfied him, even if he really craved Ian’s touch.

The most torturous part about all this was the fact that Mickey couldn't touch himself. He was so horny and his own cock itched for attention. Technically, Ian never said he couldn’t, but if he knew what was good for him, he’d wait for permission.

He gasped when Ian pulled out for a second to let him breathe. Mickey panted, letting his chin rest on Ian’s leg while still looking up at Ian through teary eyes

"Fuck," Mickey muttered against Ian’s thigh.

"Oh, is it that good, baby?” Ian teased

Mickey nodded desperately. He wasn’t going to lie to Ian, he already knows how much he likes his cock in his mouth.

Ian bent down again, kissing Mickey’s mouth. The kiss only stayed innocent for a second, the press of lips changing as soon as Mickey opened his mouth, the younger man’s tongue eagerly entering his mouth. It was heated and sloppy, and Mickey needed more.

“Please, Red, I want…” Mickey’s voice was hoarse.

“What do you want, Mickey?”

“Anything!”

“Are you sure?” Ian cocked an eyebrow when Mickey swallowed hard and nodded.

Again, there is absolutely no hesitation. “Yes.”

Mickey whined as Ian straightened up, still on his knees but not seated, and Mickey wanted to shuffle closer to him, but he stayed still, sitting on his heels with his eyes on the ground.

“Hey, look at me,” Ian said, his voice was sharp but Mickey could tell he wanted to see his eyes, always checking in.

Suddenly their size difference felt more obvious. They’re both on the ground and yet Ian is towering over Mickey.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and Mickey’s mouth parted immediately. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

Mickey pulled his tongue out, and Ian leaned forward and spat directly into his mouth.

Holy shit.

This is the first time Ian did it since that day Mickey brought it up. And it was just as hot as he remembered.

“Swallow.”

Mickey swallowed quickly as Ian’s hand cupped the side of his face. Mickey whimpered, immediately being put back in his place with the touch of Ian’s fingers on his skin.

Before Ian could order him again, he opened his mouth, both to show his task was fulfilled and he was ready for more.

‘He's learning fast,’ Ian thought to himself with a smile.

"Again." Ian told him as Mickey’s lips hung open and Ian spat between them once more. “Swallow.”

Mickey obeyed him quickly, and Ian smiled down at him and patting his cheek gently. He didn’t even have to ask this time.

Mickey mumbled a shy “Thank you.” that took Ian by surprise until he remembered. He did say Mickey would thank him for it. Huh.

Mickey clasped his hands behind his back and kept his mouth hanging open, his eyes never losing contact with Ian’s, a blush warm on his cheeks.

“What? Are you embarrassed, Mick?” Mickey felt his hips jolt.

Ian looked down at Mickey's body, still sitting on his heels and his cock was hard, pressing against underwear, creating a wet spot.

"Having fun there, sweetheart?"

Mickey just nodded, tongue slipping out across his lower lip.

“Get naked.”

Mickey quickly pulled his underwear down and out of the way.

“You can touch yourself,” Ian said sternly. “If you want to cum, you ask. Do you understand?”

Mickey nodded.

“One more question,” he promised, hands moving to Mickey’s hair, pushing his head back a bit. “Do you want me to continue?”

Fuck.

Ian’s eyes sparkled with excitement when Mickey nodded again.

As always kudos / comments / reblogs are welcome 🖤

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