#let ian and mickey have their new beginning

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

"A little biting never hurt nobody." pwease & ty 🖤

"A little biting never hurt nobody."

Lip and Tammi are staying in their guest room for a few days while something gets figured out at their new place. Something gas-related. Ian doesn't get it fully, but he doesn't need to. All he knows is he's not about to let his brother blow money they could be using on that on a hotel or AirBnB.

After only a minimal amount of coercion, Mickey agrees to host them. And now that they're well on their way to their fifth day of cohabitation, he's more than comfortable with having those two around again. It's like old days, but better. Because this time it's his and Mickey's own home, and this time they'll eventually be getting out of their hair.

So Mickey's adjusted. Very well. Maybe a little too well.

While Lip and Tami are going over something at the dining room table a few feet away, they're stretched out on the couch, good and cozy with something flickering on the TV.

Mickey's practically in his lap he's so comfortable - a normal position for him when they're alone, and finally making its appearance again now that Mickey's adjusted to people being in his space. Fuck, he's so at ease from that wine at dinner that he's even got a little nibble going on, soothing himself with a soft, mindless graze of his teeth over Ian's knuckle. They do this sometimes, his big hand rests against the bottom half of his mouth. Almost like he's a step away from covering it.

It's not all that crazy. Ian almost doesn't say anything. But a brief moment of awareness has him second-guessing. In protection mode of Mickey's peace, as always.

"Hey..." he says very quietly down to him, "...you care that you're doin' that...? Around them...?"

What he's doing seems to register in Mickey's brain then too, his teeth relaxing from a gentle bite. He pulls his head away to look up at him, expression easy. "There somethin' wrong with it...?"

And, "No," Ian insists, "course not..." It is routine for them, after all. He just knows how Mickey is. Doesn't want him to feel weird, is all - if a certain brother of his noticed and decided to make a stupid comment about it.

"Little bitin' never hurt nobody," Mickey murmurs then. And it's all Ian needs to hear to soothe his concern, a lazy smile working to his lips to match his husband's.

At the dining room table, the discussion is starting to heat up a bit.

But on the couch, Mickey slips right back into business. Grabs Ian's wrist and helps his hand back into place over his mouth so he can nibble on the knuckle of his pointer finger for good measure.

It's calming for him. Ian knows that. But what really surprised him over the years is how calming it is for himself too. The warmth of Mickey's mouth. The light touch of his tongue every once in a while. The easy pressure, his fears of getting his finger bit off subsiding long ago, even when he needs to bite a little harder.

He likes it. And Mickey likes it. They both like it. And they're in their own house on their own couch, so of course they're gonna do it! Mickey is so right.

The episode ends. Another begins, blasting them right away with a raunchy scene of sweaty, grinding bodies.

And it's not like they haven't been having sex while Lip and Tammi are here. They've definitely been having sex while Lip and Tammi are here. It's just that they haven't been able to honor their full potential - haven't had the space to just go apeshit - another one of their routines, but this one filled from top to bottom with creaking furniture and loud, nasty moaning.

It's their house, but that shit is just for them. So they're refraining. For now. Which means when the guy on the screen lets out a throaty moan, the camera panning over his sweaty back, Ian feels that shit right in his dick.

He's not the only one. He can feel Mickey's tongue dart out along his finger down there, tracing along it just a touch too purposefully for it to be considered mindless and soothing.

Ian lets it go. Lets him do it. Lets the moment play out on the TV, the scene feeling like it's reached the ten minute mark holy fuck, Netflix just kinda lets anything fly these days, huh?

When the camera breaks away into a different location - different people - the relief that should come with it never lands. Because they may have entered a different scene, but Mickey's settled into this new vibe and seems good and comfortable in it, his lips parting to suck lightly into the side of Ian's finger - warm and wet and pleasant.

"Mick..." he says, quiet enough that it's just for them again.

But he doesn't really know what he's saying, to be honest.

Because now that they're here - now that those lips are dragging heavily over his finger until reaching the tip, and then wrapping around and taking the whole thing into his mouth - fuck, it feels good. He maybe doesn't need it to stop, actually. This is okay.

It's their house and their couch and if his husband wants to suck on his fingers, of course he's going to! Mickey is so right.

So Ian lets him, enjoying the little thrills that uncurl in his belly as Mickey's licks between two of them and then lets them sit heavily in his mouth.

It's not a new sensation by any means, but Ian's always taken away by how fucking good it feels. Mickey's tongue is so soft... So warm... So wet and welcoming as it gently laps over the pads of his fingers, just like it does when his mouth is a little lower.

Another swirl of interest, working down through his belly and between his legs this time...

Fuck...

Okay, maybe they should stop actually. Before Ian hauls him off to bed for one of those extra loud and nasty fucks they've been keeping under wraps.

But Mickey looks so hot when he tilts his head to look up at him, his eyes pretty and heavy-lidded while he quietly sucks to the tip of Ian's fingers, and then flattens his tongue and drags it purposefully up the underside of them, spreading tingles in Ian's hand and Ian's lap.

"Jesus..."

Mickey arches a lazy eyebrow at him. Smirks as he presses his lips to Ian's wet, glistening fingers. 'You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?' without a single word.

And yeah. They're definitely on the same page, the couch groaning beneath them as they both get to their feet, trying their best to act natural.

Or - well, Ian is at least. Mickey doesn't give a fuck.

"We're uh..." Ian motions toward the back of the house, not even pulling his brother's attention, "We're just-"

"They don't give a fuck," Mickey insists, and then starts directing Ian into the hallway with helpful shoves. "Come on."

Once their bedroom door closes, the biting gets a little harder.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

#hello beeba :) #ray writes #gallavich #smutty one-liners #these have been so fun to write in the morning #a good brain waker upper

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

#you struck a chord clearly ladskjf hit close to home... i almost instantly knew what i wanted to say but took forever #bc i feel inadequate and imposter-ish when writing but here i am... rambling. why is this so long? bye. #is the grammar shit? is there a typo? is this dumb? i pretend i do not see #tw body image #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #anon #asks #j ramble drabbles

[fuckingmilkovich]

Can I please request a gallagher sister reader where the reader is the gallaghers younger sister and they are very protectjve of her and they all find out her boyfriend abuses her and is mean and they try to help her get out , she makes excuses for all the bruises and broken bones and eventually they find out its him and they protect her thanks

Please can ian, mickey (she's like a younger sister to him and is dead protective) fiona, lip, carl and debbie be in it thanks

MY BOY by BILLIE EILISH

gallagher family x sister! reader | angst | fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❛he was really sweet in the beginning. . .but then. . .❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

ETHAN was the sweetest guy you have met in your entire life. you were going to school with him, but he was always this strange, quiet kid in class. he was that person that nobody wanted to talk to because everyone thought that he was a creep. but you wanted to get to know him and see if the gossip was true. you kept your relationship with ethan in secret because you knew your siblings and how protective they were; you just wanted to enjoy a new relationship alone. first two months were great; you felt like you had found a good partner; you felt like home when you were with him; he was your safe place. . .

but suddenly everything changed; ethan stopped being this cute guy you described as your soulmate. at first, he just made comments about your look that were meant to make you hate yourself, making you more traceable to his manipulations. you were in love with him; that’s why you didn’t think straight about what was going on. you excused him because he was your lovely boyfriend, and of course he wouldn’t hurt you. how stupid you were.

the verbal abuse was painful, but you didn’t want to be alone again, so you decided to ignore it. maybe he was having a bad time; you needed to understand that as his girlfriend. . . but then he started practicing violence against you. at first, he just slapped you from time to time, and again, you thought it was not that big deal.

right now, you're just scared to leave him or to tell someone about ethan. so you just accepted your fate, letting him destroy yourself.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝ they start to notice ❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

it started at every friday movie night. it was a tradition between you and mickey. you’ve always waited until the end of the school week to just chill with milkovich and forget about the world. but this time you wanted to postpone this. it was weird, but you were just hoping that he wouldn’t care about it. unfortunately, he started to ask questions: why? ; what happened? ; can i help you? etc., to avoid the rest of the questions, you said yes to the movie night. but it wasn’t the same as always. you weren’t watching a movie; you were just looking blindly at the wall and anxiously biting your lips. he was suspicious about your behavior, but he also knew that you weren’t going to answer his questions, so he decided to leave you alone and ignore all of this. maybe you just had a bad day, and all you wanted was to sit quietly. he hoped that it was just a bad day.

❛tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth❜

next was fiona, she found you in the bathroom when you forgot to lock the door. she was looking at you crying, almost having a panic attack. you were mumbling something to yourself, but even you don't understand what you're saying. fiona was your comfort person, but you didn’t want her to look at you in this situation. after realizing that you were being watched by someone, you looked at the door and saw your older sister. your heart started to hurt, but you just whispered that everything is okay and closed the door without explanation.

❛tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth❜

your little sister, debbie was the third person to see something strange about your behavior and your appearance. while playing with franny she saw the scar on your cheek when she asked you about it. you just shrugged your shoulders, saying it was nothing, and you just hurt yourself while playing with a stray dog a few days ago. she didn’t believe you, of course; what a stupid excuse that was. you changed the topic, scared of telling the truth about the scars on your body. your siblings don’t know about your relationship with ethan miller. and you didn’t want them to know about this boy.

❛tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth❜

you started to run off excuses for things like changes in your humor, the scars on your body, etc. you didn’t want your family to worry about you because there was nothing to worry about. you were always a strong person in front of your family; you never cried or complained about your life. you have always been this funny and always smiling person in the group. you are always saying that you are great, even if it isn’t the truth. you just wanted to be a good example to your younger siblings, and ethan’s behavior towards you cannot change that.

one day, when you were back from school, you saw all of your family members (plus mickey) sitting on the couch and looking at you. you were confused about this situation, so you just sat down on the chair next to the couch and waited until someone was going to say something.

“why are you looking at me like that, guys?” you laughed nervously, being scared that they found out about your relationship.

“who did this to you?” ian pointed out your bruised face with a concerned look. you rolled your eyes, thinking about another excuse, knowing that you were exposed and nothing would work, but you needed to try.

“oh. . . you know, it’s nothing. i just tipped over and lost my balance, and that’s it.” you said, faking a smile. all you want at this moment is to go to the bedroom, fall asleep, and never wake up again. you hate situations like this, when all attention is focused on you. you hated being put on the spot.

“that’s bullshit. who the fuck did this to you, y/n!” milkovich shouted, but not with bad intention. he was just worried about his, maybe not biological, but younger sister. he doesn’t recognize you anymore, and neither do you nor your whole family.

❛tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em,

tell ‘em your-❜

“my boyfriend. my boyfriend did this to me.” after a few minutes of sitting quietly, you finally spoke the truth.

“you have a boyfriend? how long?” lip asked, shocked. you never had any secrets with your siblings; you always told them everything about your private things, just to listen to their point of view or advice.

your heart cracked when you heard the disappointment in his voice. this was another thing you were afraid of: that the most important people, in your life would think that you didn’t trust them.

“almost a year,” you said, and your eyes started to water because you were scared that ethan would find out that you betrayed him.

“why didn't you tell us?” fiona asked while hugging a crying debby.

“because i’m scared of him and i didn’t want to be weak in front of you guys,” you said with a tired voice. “i’m abused for eight months now; i think it’s endless. every time i thought it was over, he came back. i just i can't get out." you said, almost whispering. the silence was loud this time, and you felt powerless. you were just tired at this moment.

you felt debbie’s arms wrapping along your body, hugging you and crying into your chest. “don’t cry, princess; i’m okay.” you smiled softly at her, unable to watch her cry.

“y/n, where does that bastard live?” carl was also angry, knowing that his sister was abused by some loser, and he didn’t know about it.

“i need to be alone now.” i really need to cry you thought, going back to your room.

“we will help her,” ian said, smiling lightly at everyone in the room, knowing that he needed to rescue his sister.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i can do a part two if you guys want to!

hope that’s what you wanted, again sorry for any mistakes!!

#lip gallagher #shameless #imagines #angst #sadnees #fiona gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #toxic love #emotional abuse

[mmmichyyy]

🖤gallavich fic rec list🖤

i combed through my ao3 bookmarks and tumblr archive so here are some (but not all!) of my fave one-shots, wips, completed fics and tumblr ficlets i read & reread this year, ranging from newer fics to ones published in the past years ✨ there's almost 50 (!!) recs here so hopefully you'll find something new to read 🖤

check out the fic rec list i compiled last year!

(i didn't include the fics i've already mentioned in the last list plus the endless fics posted this year to avoid making this list longer than it already is, but if i had infinite time & space i'd include them all 🥰 onwards!)

one-shots:

seal my fate by allyasavedtheday (s2 canon divergence)

fix me up by biblionerd07 (Mickey has a lot of scars. Ian has a lot of feelings about those scars.)

shut the door and let go by @tellmegoodbye (s3 sleepover re-write)

these days, life is better by biblionerd07 (Ian realizes Mickey is the most romantic guy on Earth.)

in the romance section by kissteethstainred (When Ian moves to a new area, he starts to frequent the local bookstore. Eventually he begins to visit the bookstore for the owner more than the books themselves.)

icarus is online by @mishervellous (AnonMate is all everyone is talking about. Ian wants in on it.)

beginners by @bravemikhailo (Ian and Mickey meet the day they graduate college and all they've got is one night together.)

start again by allyasavedtheday (A little look at how Ian (and Mickey) comes to terms with his bipolar disorder.)

falling for you without a second look by xylodemon (s3 roadtrip)

for his honey by @squidyyy23 (ian’s impressed when his husband’s business savvy helps them expand their farm. and he's going to make sure he knows it.)

'tis the damn season by @sweetcresta (Ian comes home for Christmas and old habits die hard.)

sneaking in by @ianandmickeygallavich (Sneaking into a movie feels different. It shouldn’t, friends go to the movies, families go to the movies. But….Ian can’t help thinking about the fact that it’s a classic choice for a date.)

eighty-four by kissteethstainred (college/time-travel au)

if you love me, won't you let me know? by kissteethstainred (college au)

five times mickey wears ian's clothes and one time ian wears mickey's by @teatimeallovertown (A brief look at the journey of Mickey and Ian through the clothes they share.)

i'd follow your love down a dead end street by zoeplacid (Ian Gallagher wishes his soul mate was Mickey Milkovich, but the universe seems to have other ideas.)

wildfire by ilostyournumber (Ian is a bipolar stripper and Mickey is deep in the closet and they try not to tear each other apart.)

'til our compass stands still by biblionerd07 (Mickey just assumed they'd have smooth sailing from here on out. It never occurred to him being in prison together might be the easiest part of their relationship.)

wips:

sweetpea by @whatthebodygraspsnot (shapeshifter!cat!mickey! 🐈‍⬛)

reckoner by @thisdivorce (Ian Gallagher is married, stable, happy working as a Paramedic and trying to start a family, but a chance encounter with the foul-mouthed father of one of his patients—who has more ties to Ian than either of them know—threatens to blow it all up.)

selfless acts of the illegal variety by @abundanceofnots (The last thing Ian Gallagher thought he'd be at 19 is married—and to a grumpy Ukrainian bouncer called Mickey who's barely said ten words to him since they first met, no less. But when a rare chance at love knocks on your door, you don't just send the cute guy in dire need of a green card back to his homophobic father in Kyiv, right?)

your question has been received by @celestialmickey (a tumblr AU with a bit of a twist)

change like shifting shadows by @thisdivorce (priest!ian)

bound & free by @sunoficarus (magic/fantasy + marriage of convenience au)

a beginner's mind by @spoonfulstar (a collection of stories that take place after the events of ch. 27 of you'll never see us again)

the fine art of falling for you by @goodkwuestion (Teaching the Arts is hard enough, but mastering the art of falling in love might just prove downright impossible.)

paragraphs by @palepinkgoat (Ian has an opportunity to be a reading tutor for ex-convicts. He meets one in particular that catches his eye.)

things beyond mistake by @gallavichy (Ian, a high school teacher in need of a fresh start, returns to his childhood home after nearly 20 years to find himself once more sharing a lonely dirt road with Mickey, the boy he once knew and the man he's desperate to get to know.)

rebuilding (series) by freespiritedone (After almost 6 years in prison during which he was simultaneously built up and torn down, Mickey is free and embarking on a brand new life in New York City. Everything is different and yet some things never change - even if he wishes they would. Coming to terms with a new life while contending with the old is harder than anything he could have imagined. *long, slow burn)

completed:

technically by @annatrow (Ian Gallagher has grown up in the foster care system for most of his life, and he’s pretty sure he’s got his future figured out. That is until he falls for the bad kid who is about to change the entire course of his life.)

please don't say i'm going alone by biblionerd07 (Ian shows up at Mickey's wedding and asks him to run away together. Somehow, Mickey finds himself stupid enough to say yes.)

geometric progression (series) by romanticalgirl (angsty s4 au) *sidenote: i reread this all the time when i feel down just to feel even more depressed :')

these foolish games by @suzy-queued (A workplace rivalry becomes a love quadrangle. With laser tag.)

through the dawn (series) by spock (a semi-au set in a universe where mickey and ian didn't grow up in the same neighbourhood.)

SLOML (series) by @good-then-dont (short fics exploring Ian and Mickey’s own exploration of their relationship in a world where 3x6 never happens.)

ian the friendly ghost by @sunoficarus (ghosts au where Mickey thinks the house he moved in is haunted because the doors seem to close on their own and his shit somehow gets neat and tidy and Ian's just a very polite ghost who's got a bit of a crush on the adorable grumpy guy who's just moved in)

the little things give you away by kissteethstainred (When Ian first sees them, he thinks they’re twins. They both have similar looks, with pale skin, dark hair, and blue eyes. They act similar too—both of them are quiet, they fidget in the same way, and they make some of the same facial expressions. Ian wants to know them.)

my nine lovers by @annatrow (Secret Agents Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich find themselves working together multiple times over the course of ten years.)

mickey mantle vs. the t-rex by zoeplacid (angsty alternate s5)

broad-shouldered beasts by biblionerd07 (Six years after Mickey goes to jail, he's released on parole. He does his best to build a "normal" life and a relationship with his son while juggling the scars of his past.)

OSHA compliant by romanticalgirl (It's been two years since they broke up. And Mickey's got his life together. Which means it's about time for something to come along and screw it up.)

you make me feel human by dragona (In which Ian is a cold-blooded serial killer with a soft spot for a certain South Side asshole.)

tumblr ficlets:

fiction in the archives by @gardenerian (ficlets and 5+1 prompts)

what we talk about when we talk about love by @bravemikhailo (a collection of one-shots, ficlets and prompt-fillers originally posted to tumblr)

tumblr fics ✨ by @gallawitchxx (collection of ficlets, 5+1 prompts, scene fillers)

time travel au part one / two / three / four / five by @whatthebodygraspsnot (s1 ian & mickey meet their s11 selves)

who's more cold & happy husband weight gain by @iansfreckles (& all their drabbles!)

magic au & migraine ficlet by @arrowflier

& of course, check out @galladrabbles for a wide range of 100 word ficlets written by our talented community & @gallavichfanficlibrary for more specific rec lists ✨

#looking forward to seeing everyone's end of year fic rec lists too 🖤 #gallavich fic rec #gallavich #gallavich fic #ian and mickey fic #fic recs #gallavich fic recs #shameless fic

[carnivorous-krowe]

"Keep Me Safe, Keep Me Warm"

Repost from my AO3

Ian had been through more than his fair share of trauma, and Mickey knew that better than anyone. So naturally, Mickey's protective instincts were always on high alert when it came to his boyfriend...

One evening, they decided to go out for a drink at a new dive bar. It was a quiet night until a group of rowdy patrons started causing trouble. Ian accidentally bumped into one of them, a burly guy with a short temper.

“Watch where you’re going, fuck-face” the drunk man coughed out, getting up in Ian’s face so close he could smell the liquor on his breath.

Mickey's eyes flashed with rage as he stepped between Ian and the aggressive stranger.

"You got a problem?" Mickey growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The guy sneered at Mickey but backed off, not wanting to mess with the Milkovichs. Mickey's reputation was well-known, and most folks knew better than to cross him.

Ian watched in awe as Mickey's protective side took over. He couldn't help but feel a warm sense of security knowing that Mickey was here to keep him safe.

“Thanks.” Ian said softly once they got seated in a booth towards the back.

“For what?” Mickey snorts, Ian’s never ending gratitude still being a hard adjustment for him after all this time.

“For protecting me.”

“Ian,” Mickey sighs, shaking his head, “you don’t need to thank me for that- it’s part of my job description.”

Ian grins widely, reaching his hand across the table to hold Mickey’s. Suddenly, Mickey’s focus is taken off Ian as he stares across the other side of the bar. Before Ian can even turn around to see what he was staring at, Mickey was already letting go of his hand, kissing it tenderly.

“I’ll be right back.” Mickey says, and with that he makes his way out of the booth and across the bar to the guy who’s been staring Ian down, “You need to learn to keep your eyes off other people’s husbands, you got that?”

“Whatever you say, Princess. Just shut up and let me enjoy the view.” he scoffs, taking a gulp of his beer before turning back to look at Ian.

“You know what?” Mickey chuckles to himself as he feels his blood begin to boil, “Go fuck yourself” he says, snatching the beer bottle from the guys hand and smashing it over his head.

A few gasps from less well-seasoned patrons later and the guy was out on the floor cold, blood pouring from his nose.

“We should probably go.” Ian says, appearing behind him.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

As they walked home, Ian couldn't resist teasing Mickey a little. "You know, Mick, you don't have to beat up every jerk who looks at me the wrong way."

Mickey huffed, his protective anger still simmering beneath the surface. "I thought you liked that about me?”

“I do, but we’re running out of bars to go to where you haven’t beat someone up.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not my fault they can’t keep their eyes off a married man. They better learn some fucking respect. I can't stand seeing anyone think they have a chance of fucking you. You’re way out of everyone’s league, and I don’t mind reminding those idiots of that fact even if it means knocking some sense into 'em."

Ian grinned like a dork, “I know you do it because you care, Mickey. And it makes me feel safer than I've ever felt in my life."

Mickey softened, wrapping an arm around Ian's shoulder. "You're my everything, Ian. I'll always protect you, no matter what."

#gallavich #ian x mickey #fluff #protective mickey milkovich #mickeys love language is fists #gallavich fluff #how is that not a tag already #they're in love your honor #gallavich fanfic #gallavich brainrot #boys kissing #gay shit #first fanfic

[chicanomick]

Sway with me (Stay with me)

New fic on ao3!

Mickey and Ian are spies who keep having the misfortune of being assigned to the same cases. This case just happens to be a ball. AKA I just wanted them to waltz together 👉🏼👈🏼

Excerpt: The music picks up speed. “The host.” “Yeah, what about him?” Mickey lets go of Ian’s back and spins him counterclockwise. “He’s in on it.” “No shit,” Mickey doesn't stop his swaying steps as he spins Ian with one hand, moving with the crowd clockwise while their bodies spin in the opposite direction, “I’ve been telling you that towel head was in on it since I read his fucking file.”  “First of all,” Ian stops spinning when Mickey’s hand gently rests back on his shoulder blade, they begin to spin in the opposite direction when the music shifts beat, still moving with the crowd in a spiral, “can we drop the racism?” Mickey groans in his ear before spinning him again, “Second of all,” Mickey’s hand lands lower on his back, “We didn't have clearance to those files that’s why we needed to get evidence.” The music picks up speed and Mickey spins Ian more constantly, eyes scanning the room, “Holy shit how much more are you going to spin me?” Ian complains feeling like a pig on a stake being spun over fire as he holds on tight to Mickey’s hand above him.  The music lowers in volume and the swaying pauses long enough for Mickey to mutter, “Now spin backward.” they're moving again, only this time Mickey pulls Ian with every step he takes back, the crowd of dancing couple spinning in a circle.  At least now they spin together, not letting go of one another. Ian is starting to feel lightheaded.  “And? Did ya’ get it?” Mickey speaks into his ear as he continues to sway them, not looking the least bit dizzy, eyes on the crowd. “Yeah,” Ian’s words come out strained as just at that moment Mickey says “up” and lifts him up in the air. At least as far off the ground as he can given the fact that Ian is taller and heavier than him. “Holy shit you’re fat.” Mickey groans out as he puts him back on the floor. Ian brings his fist down against the shoulder he's holding onto.  “Yeah well, you’re so short I have to bend down every time you spin me under your arm.” Mickey glares at him but holds onto his waist tighter to lift him again. This time Ian helps out and jumps enough to ease some of his weight off Mickey.

#yaya writes #shameless #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #i need to stop posting at night after months of radio silence #that's probably why my posts and fics always flop #might reblog tmr

[sam-loves-seb]

Just a gentle nudge that if you feel inclined to post that one Whumptober fic that you gave us a sample of, I'd really love to read it. You're one of my favorite writers though so even if you don't post that one I'll be looking forward to whatever you decide to post next about our beloved Gallavich boys 🙂

oh this is so sweet, you're so kind 😭💛

see, i also would love to post that one whumptober fic but the thing is i still haven't gone back to finish writing it yet, so unfortunately i just have 3k of prison!gallavich sitting in my docs haunting me. i think maybe after the new year i'll go back to some forgotten whumptober fics/prompts and maybe it'll get written eventually, but for now i can at least drop another snippet from it under the cut:

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The lockdown bleeds into lights out, which only makes Ian worry more.

Wherever Mickey is—he’s not coming back. Not tonight, anyways.

Ian refuses to let his mind go to the worst-case scenario. He’d know. He’d fucking know if Mickey was dead, if his body was lying somewhere without a heart beating between his ribs. Someone would have told him, probably, but he’d feel it in his gut, in the place that tugs and twists and tells him that Mickey is still alive.

Somewhere.

Ian lays in Mickey’s bunk and tries to breathe.

Maybe he’s in solitary. Maybe he mouthed off to a guard or got caught up in a fight that wasn’t even his to begin with—could be anything, really. They throw prisoners in there for less. Maybe by this time tomorrow Mickey will be back in their cell where he belongs, and Ian will laugh against his neck as Mickey retells the ridiculous story of his last twenty-four hours.

Or maybe it’s worse.

Ian doesn’t know, but he needs to. So, he lies in Mickey’s bottom bunk with his jumpsuit on, staring at the ceiling with a couple bills folded in his hand, and he waits.

He doesn’t know where Mickey gets his money in fucking prison, but he knows which hollowed out book he keeps it in, stacked at the foot of Ian’s bunk right between The Great Gatsby and The Book Thief.

“For emergencies,” Mickey told him one night, like a stern parent, showing Ian all his best hiding spots.

For information, is what he meant. For when something goes wrong.

Ian thinks now more than ever, something has gone wrong.

And maybe tomorrow Mickey will thump him upside the head for using it on something stupid, like confirming his boyfriend is in solitary for calling one of the guards a little bitch, but Ian doesn’t care. He’ll let Mickey call him ridiculous and a pussy and whatever the fuck he wants—as long as Ian knows he’s going to be okay.

So he waits the two hours after lights out for the guards to make their first lap of the cellblock on patrol, but he doesn’t recognize any of them. He waits another two hours for their next walk around, twiddling his fucking thumbs and refusing to fall asleep.

He recognizes one of the guards this time, an old school officer named Daniels who no one would ever blink twice at, let alone mark him as corrupt. But Ian does. Ian does because Mickey told him, showed him, had his back more than once and needed Daniels to make certain things happen.

And now it’s Ian’s turn.

“Daniels,” he calls out quietly, sitting up in his bunk just as the guards are almost past his door.

His heart beats hard against his chest and his breathing is fast, but his stomach nearly falls out his ass when the guard actually stops.

Ian is up and pressed against the door in an instant, looking too eager and too green but not giving a single fuck about any of it.

Daniels nods at his partner to go on ahead, waiting a full minute before turning around and looking at Ian straight on.

“I need your help,” Ian says quickly. “I need—”

“Step back, inmate.”

Ian blinks. For a second he thinks that maybe he got his guards mixed up, but there’s a sewn on patch that reads Daniels across the guy’s chest, and that just leaves Ian confused.

“What? No,” Ian rushes out. “I thought—”

“Step back,” Daniels says again, quieter. “So I can open the door.”

Ian does as he’s told.

He stands farther back in the room, shoulders square and his spine elongated to his full height. He waits for the buzzer and the click of the door, never taking his eyes off the guard as he takes three steps into the room.

He doesn’t ask about the empty bunk or the missing cellmate, which leads Ian to believe that he knows.

“Where’s Mickey?” Ian asks, jumping the gun.

Daniels looks him over for a minute. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He so clearly does, but, well—Ian is bad at this, and he’s never been able to play anything cool in his entire fucking life.

He holds out the folded bills in his hand, and Daniels’s brow twitches in interest. He reaches out to take it, but as soon as he grabs on, Ian pinches the cash hard between his thumb and forefinger.

“Where is he?” he asks again.

Daniels tugs the money free from Ian’s grasp, then counts out the cash. He tucks it away in his pocket before resting both hands on his belt, thumbs dipping beneath the fabric as he rocks back on his heels.

“Inmate Milkovich is in the infirmary,” he says without a hint of emotion.

Ian’s heart stops. “For what?”

Daniels just shrugs.

“Fuck,” Ian mutters, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “Is he okay?”

“He’s alive,” Daniels says with another impersonal shrug.

Ian remembers to breathe. Alive is good. Alive is—not dead.

Daniels turns to leave, taking two steps towards the door.

“Wait,” Ian calls out, then hesitates when the guard actually turns back. “What… happened?”

Daniels just shrugs again, walking out of the cell like he doesn’t have all the answers that Ian so desperately craves. He stands in the hallway, tilts his head a little as he watches Ian, and as the cell door starts to slide back into place, he says,

“He got stabbed.”

***

yeah i'm pretty sure the prompt for this one was "bloody knife" so that's where this was going.

anyways

thanks for the ask and the lovely words 💛💛💛

#ask sam #q

[rayrayor]

Thank you @sweetperversiongirl for giving my brain a boost, this most certainly has me rolling again 💕🫶

An ABO quick fic

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ian quickly wiped away a tear. He wasn't going to cry in front of the handsome Alpha who fucked him on the DL. Mickey was a Milkovich, and Terry, his father, and Alpha, decided his son’s mate.

- - -

A male omega and Gallagher were not ever going to be Terry's choice. A former prostitute was in line to create Mickey's pack.

Not Ian. And Ian loved Mickey; he felt him in his bones. Mickey was his alpha and his soulmate. But this past year, it was clear he was the side piece—a warm mouth and a tight hole. When he told Mickey he needed to come to the clinic for a test, Mickey simply turned and walked away.

So Ian came alone. As the doctor prepped the wand for the ultrasound, Ian was lectured and shamed. A 17-year-old unmated pregnant omega was dealt with harshly. If Fiona signed, he could be sent to an Omega Unwed Home until birth.

When the test showed he was not pregnant, he was not relieved. Svetlana would get to be Mickey's mate, so Ian desperately needed something from the blue-eyed man who stole his heart. He would run, have the pup, and raise it, carrying his almost alpha in parts of their little one. But that dream was over; his nightmare of watching Mickey play house with Svetlana was about to begin.

He barely heard the scolding lecture from the nurse; his heart was too busy crumbling. He sat, not yet getting dressed, allowing himself to cry. He was shocked to hear Mickey. What was he doing here?

Ian was pulled back to the moment.

- - -

"Red, c'mon, talk to me.” There was still a low, calm voice, but the alpha command was weaved in.

But Mickey was not his Alpha. Mickey was never his.

Mickey's eyes went glassy as he could sense omega's distress, and the air became heavy and saline. Ian's sadness smelled like his tears tasted; Mickey could not bear it. He pushed calm and love through his Alpha pheromones, charcoal, and chocolate. Ian began to relax.

He let Mickey approach, and the alpha began to kiss him. Satin kisses from chewed lips started at his fingertips and ended at his mating gland. Mickey nibbled on his neck and nuzzled.

"Are you okay, darling?”

Ian found his words. "No pup, Mick. Not gonna shame you. You can go back to planning your wedding with her. Your free.”

Mickey tilted Ian's chin, so he turned to see Mickey's face. He kissed Ian with protective intent, so careful to know he was now holding the most beautiful and fragile omega he had ever seen. Ian was more than a desire for him. Ian was his peace, his heart, and his home. Since the fight after his wedding announcement, Ian has disappeared. Mandy finally broke down and told Mickey about Ian thinking he was with a pup and the possibility of Ian being sent away. Mickey's alpha went insane with that news; he knew what he had to do.

He pulled Ian closer and kissed him.

"Ian, what you and I have makes me free.” He continued to focus on the green eyes, going from cloudy pain to light spring leaves. The deep, pure color of the leaves surrounding small tea roses. And that was Ian, pure and vibrant. The Omegas scent was just that: summer rain, spring roses, and blackberry honey. His hand trailed the young omega's belly, stroking slowly until his hand was over that passionate and troubled heart.

He began the low, grave Alpha rumble—not a purr but a soother.

"Ian, I ain't good with words, but you are my everything. I don't love Lana, and she doesn't want me. She loves Vee and Kevin and wants to be their pack omega. Someone tipped off the cops. Terry is in jail for at least five years. If he gets out, we stay, or I will take you wherever you want to go."He stroked circles over his omega heart. Fuck, after pushing him away, he prayed Ian would be his. He had no purpose without his ginger.

"Mick, you can't be out and run your crew, you said.” He fell silent as he felt the squeeze on his heart, and those deep sapphires, framed by sooty black lashes, bore into him with adoration. Without wanting to, Ian felt his omega warming up, fighting to be with this Alpha.

Mickey chuckled and self deprecated."Yeah, darling, I was a coward and said a lot of dumbass things. It's my crew, and they follow my orders; my mate doesn't matter. You are my dream, my loving, funny omega. Gonna man up, be the best mate and man for you.”

Ian saw the flash of gold in Mickey's eyes and knew his eyes were the same. The sign of mates bonded by the universe. Mickey leaned in, his breath tickling Ian's neck, causing goosebumps.

"I may be a thug and rough, but you, Red, slough off those rough edges. For you only. I want to be your Alpha, and the traditional one at that. Love you, protect you, and build a life with you. If you will have me, do it right. Take you out after this and feed that rumbling stomach of yours. Fuck, I may need a drink to steady my nerves. Gonna ask Fiona for permission to court you properly. Next heat , mate, mark each other for all eternity. I promise to treat you well and apologize when I am an ass.”

Ian watched Mickey's eyes flash a moment of sadness, then go back to that dominant, determined alpha.

"When the time is right, we will have the prettiest pup on the south side. Hell, darling, I will give you as many pups as you want. Aye, let's get out of here, get food, and let me talk with Fiona, then we go home. I need you to have home, Ian, only you, never anyone else.”

- - -

Ian tilted his head so his throat was open to his alpha and blushed as a chaste kiss was laid on his neck.

He grabbed his shirt and began to dress, feeling Mickey watch every move.

"Alpha, let's go home. I love you, and I want to be where you are. I love you.”

His cheek was patted by a calloused hand that turned to velvet as he was touched.

"I know Omega; I love you too."

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #ian and mickey #gallavich fic #mickey x ian #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless fanfiction #abo fiction #alpha omega #alpha mickey #omega ian

[ms-moonlight-inn]

Joy List

Got tagged my @mybrainismelted to serve up a few of my recent joys. Let's see, where do I begin?

🤩 Joyfully enjoying the new seedling I got today from one of my local FB groups. Along with 7+ random alocasia corms, she gave me a rooted philodendron summer glory, & a philodendron pink princess that I get to rehab back to health. This alone is enough to fill me with joy for weeks!

🤩 I have learned something VERY IMPORTANT about men's abs! Look!

So, if you (like sometimes me) have found yourself writing about Ian's abs vs Mickey's abs vs Lip's abs, guess what? All three of them have the distinct muscle structure talked about in these articles & Mickey/Noel actually has Schwarzenegger's 4-pack structure & now I feel like this SHOULD HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN CANON, goddamnit. 😤

🤩 I got my Gallavich dolls today in the mail & I am over the motherfucking moon over it! A huge shoutout to @gallavichgeek for helping to make dreams come true. <3

🤩 Also, @notherenewjersey is a lovely human being. That needs to be said often & much.

🤩 I currently have the entire first floor to myself. :-)

***

OK, I'm going to tag a few people. @lingy910y, @sweetbee78, @francesrose3, with no pressure to play, as always.

#tagged #gallavich #fandom shit

[imikhailotakeyouian]

Gallavich Fawn!AU story+art

Hello, beautiful people!

So, I did a thing :’D since I really enjoyed making the art I posted yesterday I tried the same style drawing Ian as a fawn.

And I loved it.

So I made Mickey too.

It didn’t come out as cute as Ian, but overall it’s not bad.

So I’m posting it -and I wrote something for it.

Could this be the first chapter of a new fanfic? Let me know if you like it!

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Ian doesn’t know much about life outside the Autumn Forest.

He is a simple fawn. He wakes up in the morning and leaves his nest one hoof at a time, he eats an apple and leaves his cozy cottage to go to the river and fetch some fresh water. He meets with other fawns for a chat, sometimes they run in the valley. He makes some mushroom soup for dinner and goes to sleep.

And repeat.

Nothing different ever happens.

Not that he is expecting something different. Not that he looks for it.

Until one morning, on his way to the river, he hears a grunt. And it’s not an animal grunt, he comes from a fawn. He startles right away, and panics almost. Is one of his friends injured?

He follows that noise until he reaches the source and he stops abruptly.

It is a fawn.

But it’s nothing he has ever seen before.

The colors.

The colors are wrong. Or right?

Fawns from the Autumn Forest all have earthy colors, like himself.

But this fawn is different -he has shiny black fur with shades of dark grey and dark freckles all over his torso and his face. And -oh, his face. The skin under the fur and the freckles is so white and, more than anything, his eyes are bluer than the brightest summer sky.

Ian has never seen something more beautiful in his life.

But he is definitely not from the Autumn Forest -his colors scream Winter.

The thing is, fawns usually don’t leave their forests. It’s to avoid, other than humans, also possible fights and war. Something happened in ancient times, Ian doesn’t really care about it now.

When the Winter fawn notices him, he is rewarded with the meanest pair of grumpy eyes ever -he is almost hilarious.

They don’t speak yet; they are just studying each other. After all, if fawns don’t usually trespass on other forests, there is a reason. So, why this Winter fawn is in the Autumn Forest?

That’s when Ian notices a wound on the fawn’s left side and he suddenly remembers the grunt and what led him there to begin with.

So, he moves, finally, approaching the Winter fawn slowly but with a confident smile -he doesn’t want to spook him, but he also wants to clarify that he is there to help him.

Instinctively, the Winter fawn scoots back on the ground holding his left side -he seems ready to fight as much as possible, his hoofs seem ready to kick at any second.

“I just want to help you,” says Ian, kneeling one meter away from the Winter fawn.

The Winter fawn doesn’t speak yet, but he is studying Ian’s expression.

“Fawns don’t kill fawns,” offers Ian, scooting a bit closer.

“Who do you think hurt me?” grunts the Winter fawn, scooting back the same distance that Ian gained a few seconds ago.

Ian is taken aback from that information -he would have bet a human hunter had done that. “One from the Autumn Forest?”

The Winter fawn rolls his eyes. “No.”

Ian’s smile is warm and makes the Winter fawn blush lightly. “I swear on my antlers that I don’t want to hurt you.”

Another eye-roll, but the Winter fawn’s cheeks are still pink. He has to admit that the Autumn fawn is goddamn cute. “Your nest is close?”

Ian nods eagerly and offers his right hand to help him up. “My name is Ian.”

The Winter fawn considers it for a few seconds, then he accepts Ian’s help to get on his hoofs. “Mickey.”

Ian smiles sweetly and keeps Mickey’s hand in his when he starts walking back to his cottage. “I know herbs, I can help you with that-“

“Do you have to hold my hand? I’m not a young calf,” interrupts Mickey, staying just one step behind Ian.

Ian chuckles lightly. “It’s to comfort you.”

“Comfort me?”

“Sure, you are injured and in a forest you do not know.”

Mickey sighs dramatically but doesn’t tear his hand away. He takes advantage of his position to check Ian’s fur, especially his ears -they look so soft. Mickey had never looked at another fawn and thought about how soft their fur might be, so saying that he is confused and fascinated is an understatement.

He doesn’t even realize that they are at Ian’s nest -well, cottage. Autumn Fawns do live a good life apparently- so when Ian stops, Mickey almost crashes into his back.

Ian quickly reaches out and wraps his arm around Mickey’s waist, right where the black fur starts covering his lower body. “Hey, you alright?”

Mickey blushes again and kicks his right hoof on the ground. “Yeah, yeah. This your nest?”

“My home, yes.”

“Seems nice.”

Ian smiles and delicately pushes Mickey towards the cottage. “Wait to see inside.”

Ian wasn’t joking -when Mickey steps inside the cottage, he can’t believe his eyes. The place is beautiful, carefully ornated inch by inch with devotion, a lovely mix of cottagecore and forestcore style with utensils and decorations both handmade by fawns and of human manufacture -Mickey will have to ask how Ian found those items.

“I- I did not expect this,” admits Mickey -his wound momentarily forgotten.

“How’s your home back in your forest?” asks Ian, while reaching a cabinet full of herbs.

Mickey thinks of his nest -it’s more of a foxhole that he can dig again anywhere else in case of need. Sometimes it’s a cave, or if he’s lucky, maybe a lair abandoned by another fawn. He has no possessions whatsoever. “Not like this.”

Ian grabs a mortar where he starts to mush the herbs. “Wanna talk about it?”

Mickey considers it. Would Ian be spooked by his life and kick him out? Or would he understand and offer him temporary shelter?

Ian looks back at him with a curious look along with a cute smile. And Mickey doesn’t know why, but he feels like he can trust him.

“Sure.”

#let me know if you like the art and the story! #yeah i know apparently i am in a mood for hybrids lately ahahah #fawn!gallavich AU #fawn!ian #fawn!mickey #my art #my writing #new AU? #gallavich

[milkmaidovich]

What about an au where Ian broke it off with a long-term boyfriend (over cheating) and goes to Mickey for a cover-up for a couple's tattoo he got with his ex. Imagine Mickey telling Ian he deserves better while gently wiping excess ink from his skin.

YEAH YEAH YEAH this is so so good little grayface!

Mickey asking why he's covering it up (I imagine something that without the context of the former relationship is just a runn-of-the-mill tattoo) and Ian taking a deep slow breath so it doesn't shudder even though he's feeling real emotional about everything still (they got TATTOOS! They were COMMITTED!!!) and beginning to explain why he got the first one and how the relationship was and Mickey picking up on some red flags about the former partner that Ian didn't catch (frog in the boiling water situation, tbh) and then The Discovery and how Ian tried to work it out and do the work because he is that kind of guy and the former partner not wanting to and Ian feeling so upset that he's got this constant reminder (the tattoos gotta be in a place where Ian sees it a lot, he'd absolutely want to be able to Stare Fondly whenever he wanted) and now he needs it to be something else.

And Mickey would just let him talk and talk and work through it, gloved hand moving slowly over Ian's skin (which Mickey is low-key obsessing over, the freckles drive him crazy, he wants to tattoo the constellations on this man, use them as built in shading for classical painting type tattoos, outline the three he's picked out that look like hearts, add a little snake near the ones that look like puncture marks), the machine buzzing lowly under Ian's story, the soft swipe of a paper towel revealing the new lines, the fresh start, as Mickey and his art help Ian move forward from this bad relationship.

And after a little while, when Ian's talked himself out for now, when he's just kind of sniffing wetly, Mickey will murmur about how no one deserves to have their love and devotion tossed aside like that, like it's nothing, when the most amazing thing one person can offer another is seeing them wholly, knowing the good and the bad of them, the extraordinary and the mundane, and choosing to take it all, to love them Because Of, not In Spite Of. Mickey would point to the curling letters that wrap underneath his collar bones, "Because Of, Not In Spite Of" inked forever into his flesh, a declaration to himself and whoever came along that he would settle for nothing less.

"I'm not one for religion or god or whatever," he'd say, almost a whisper as he goes over the last of things, the little detail touchups to make sure everything about this new ink and new beginning is as perfect as he can make it, "But love like that? That's the only kind of sacred there is."

He'd look up at Ian, eyes wide and sincere and Ian's breath would catch at the unshakable belief radiating from this man who's spent the last hour and a half with his hands all over Ian's skin, helping him close an old chapter and start a new one, facilitating this monumental moment of growth, and he would have a flashing thought that whoever this guy eneded up with would be the luckiest fucking person on the planet.

He'd wait the required amount of time for his tattoo to heal and then he'd call Mickey up, thinking that maybe if he played his cards right, that lucky sonofabitch could be him.

#gallavich hc #tattoo!artist mickey #tattoo!artist mickey i love you #anonymous #thanks little grayface #milkmaidovich answers #milkmaidovichwrites

[sickness-health-all-that-shit]

hello! i was watching ian and mickey scenes through *the* youtube channel, i'm not too deep into the lore of the fandom but! i read that noel wanted to be paid more for his role which is why they wrote him off on s6 etc. reading some comments through clips from the other seasons he is not in i saw that the ''reasons'' as of why ian seems not to care of him was because of his medication and pretending to keep himself steady but with s7 it went down after seeing him again + monica's death (and that's also why he's maniac again :0) thankfully right after they're back together which makes my serotonin skyrocket! i mostly read fics that are a sort of fix it or with mickey coming back right after monica dying etc. i didn't know about these infos before so i thought it was kind of fanon that ian goes maniac because of that and that he never said ''i love you'' to anyone but mickey. i wanted to ask you what is your take on ian's feelings when mickey wasn't around? gotta say that it makes me feel way better knowing that despite their effort to remove mickey from the series they managed to make it was all about him/leading back to them together! i hope i didn't disturb you with this ask but im having feelings!!! eheh

hi there! totally valid to have ✨feelings✨ about this, especially when you first start diving into their history and relationship!! my own deep-dive under the cut:

I do believe Noel left bc of contract renegotiations, yes. and after that fans were not happy with (and were very vocal about) the show trying to 'replace' Mickey with other boyfriends for Ian and having Ian badmouth Mickey etc. anyway, if we're keeping this to in-universe explanations as to how Ian felt about Mickey during those seasons, my interpretation is this: at the start of s6, Ian was in a very, very bad place. we see that at some point he started taking his meds (despite his previous refusal to do so like during the breakup in 5x12) but he's very clearly going through depression at that stage. let's keep in mind that at the time he was dealing with accepting his diagnosis, something he struggled a lot with both bc of the comparisons with Monica and bc of how much he valued his independence, so acknowledging the need for outside help and someone to care for him when he's not feeling well is particularly hard for him. he also just came out of a long period of being unmedicated--I've seen people suggest symptoms first started manifesting at the end of s3, and might've influenced his decision to go off to the army with everything that that brought as a consequence and all the choices he made as a result of that.. his life had changed dramatically in that period (he dropped out of school, left his home and his siblings, worked in nightclubs as a minor and of course he went through all that traumatic stuff with Mickey from 3x06 onward) so at the beginning of s6 he makes the decision to basically just put all of that behind him. Ian has a tendency to compartmentalize, which means he took all the bad things that had happened to him up until his diagnosis (and everything that reminded him of that, ie Mickey) and tried to forget about them, so that he could move on in some way. of course at this point Mickey was in prison and expected to remain there for the next 8 to 15 years, so that was another thing Ian made the decision to put out of his mind, bc it all hurt too much to deal with. so he made a new life for himself. which I'm very proud of him for! I love his journey to become an emt <3 dating-wise, choices were made. not necessarily by Ian though, by which I mean he kinda fell into those relationships, going through the motions because of how uncertain he was feeling at that time, and ending up dating people that should've maybe definitely had been fuck buddies at most. anyway, let's not dwell on that ajkds and let's get back to Mickey. the whole 'out of sight out of mind' thing obviously crashes and burns for Ian once Mickey shows up again, right there in front of him. that rush of deep-buried feelings must have been overwhelming. and yeah, I do agree that Ian's manic state through s8 was probably a result of the double hit of Monica's death and losing Mickey again--for all Ian knew, for good this time. and he absolutely never said I love you to anyone but Mickey, bc he's never loved anyone but him. they were it for each other from the start!! thank god the show finally got with the program at some point lol and gave us the happy ending they truly deserved ❤️

#answered #anons

[golden28s]

so this is the beginning of a silly little short story where ian and mickey actually have their date in s5 that idk if im gonna finish writing it but im gonna post it here and let's see if my brain decides that knows words again

He can still feel the warmth of his own blood in his eyebrow, they fought. Ian couldn't feel anything, he hadn't been feeling anything lately so they fought and kissed until he felt everything. Until they ended up here, singing out loud in the street, a night sky above them and Ian feeling like he could conquer the world.

And Mickey loves that and loves Ian so he sings with him even if he's awful, even if it's silly, even if it's too loud. He has said just once that he loves Ian and not to his face only in that one voicemail when he left and Mickey lost his mind and at some point his hysteria, his desperation, his fear made him say it but it died there, in a voicemail. Mickey still hopes Ian knows, he hopes Ian can look at him and just know.

So Ian laughs loud, there are small pieces of grass in his messy ginger hair, blood in his cheek, a wide smile and bright happy eyes that don't want to leave Mickey. And he knows how frustrating it was for Ian to not feel anything at all, how he even attempted to not take his meds, he knows he’s just so euphoric because he felt. Because kissing made him feel, because the alcohol made him feel, because the adrenaline is reminding him that he’s alive even when he was starting to suspect he was probably dead.

He knows this. He can recognize the euphoria, the adrenaline, the temporary happiness but it doesn’t matter, Ian is here and he’s happy and bright, and laughing and looking at him that way. He would never deny him that, never. He would never not be Ian’s partner in crime in whatever thought he had that day, he would never not hold his hand and just follow him. And Ian might know this too.

“Holy shit, I just realized something” says suddenly interrupting Mickey’s train of thought, he’s looking at him with wide, green, surprised eyes like he just discovered something so incredible and he needs to say it immediately.

“What’s that?” his words slightly muffled by his finger cleaning the blood in his lip, looking expectantly at his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

He has to repress himself from smiling, he’s been calling him that in his head even though he has actually said the word out loud that one time when he went to the clinic with Fiona and they decided prior to that they were a couple but it’s special to him, it’s important. Calling Ian ‘boyfriend’ feels liberating, feels like freedom, feels like being honest, feels like leaving an old, dark, dusty and claustrophobic closet and it feels like growing up, like evolving, like future. Like a plural in the future.

“We’ve never actually been on a real date” gasps

Mickey almost rolls his eyes “Bullshit!” ends up exclaiming and fights a smile again because Ian looks too excited and happy about his recent realization.

“No, I’m serious” Ian insists “like– like a date where you sit down and you go to a nice restaurant, put on a nice shirt, you– like eat with utensils” explains

Mickey’s eyes are still on him, almost making sure that he’s actually serious about this. His eyebrows raised in surprise because yeah, Ian is serious. But he still asks “You wanna do that?” his tone is softer, his smile is not trying to hide anymore.

“Yeah, why not?” replies, his eyes are bright and elated. He looks like he can feel every flicker of emotion in his body, he looks like he forgot how it felt to be alive and now it’s overwhelming and new and he needs to keep feeling, to feel more until it stops.

“But you mean now?”

“Now before I sober up and I get all fucking weird again” a soft, tiny smile caressing his lips and a wide, incredelous one that turns into a chuckle in Mickey’s lips. “C’mon” says, putting his arm around Mickey’s shoulders.

"Can I borrow a fucking shirt then, please?” his hand gesturing the blood stains in his clothes.

“Yeah, you can borrow a shirt” his smile intact while they walk towards the door of Ian’s house.

There’s no one there and they find Ian’s bedroom between giggles and stolen kisses that end up with Mickey against the wall and his smile brushing Ian’s lips.

#a silly little draft i guess #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless

[gallavich-headcanon]

heyhey~ i have to warn you, the more comfortable i get the more messages youll get from me hdbxh

im in a restaurant right now and just had this idea appear out of nowhere and would like your opinion of it, namely:

gallavich cookbook, incl:

chef/book author mickey

food photographer ian

meet ugly (im not super set on any particular meeting, any thoughts?)

slow burn

both immediate sexual tension and unbearable awkwardness

having to work together for months because mickey refuses to rush any recipe and insists on ian taking pictures in a chronological order (meaning once mickey comes up and perfects recipes ian has to get to his kithen/apartment to take the pictures of the process and final dish)

at some point ian catches himself taking more pictures of mickey than the dishes and is embarassed abt it but still cant help looking them over once hes alone

obligatory canon compliant: ian falls first mickey falls harder

thoughts? uwu

OH I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING!

I am a sucker for meet uglies in general but with I&M it's truly chef's kiss. What do you think about bumping into each other in the supermarket before the works together? Ian is staring at the organic tomatoes (as he does) it give him inspiration, okay? and Mickey wants him the move out of his way, because Mickey has finally found inspiration for the dish he wants to make and it would make perfect sense in his new book- why won't this giant carrot cake MOVE already? so yeah he snaps at the stranger in front of the tomatoes.

Oh, slow burn, my beloved. Working with each other for weeks, waiting for Mickey to come up with the recipes, reshooting them again and again because they are both crazy and need it to be perfect.

Maybe at the beginning Mickey wont let Ian taste his food, even after the shoot is done? pure out of spite?

at some point ian catches himself taking more pictures of mickey than the dishes -> Yesss. It's kind of embarrassing when he shows a colleague some of his work and accidently comes across the Mickey folder.

What if one night Mickey is making this dish that has to bake for like 4 hours and they start in the afternoon but when it comes out, it's not what Mickey wanted. He wants to start over, but it's getting late. Ian just wants to get over with this one, so they start over. While waiting for it to bake, they drink some wine and Ian falls asleep on the couch. Mickey doesn't have the heart to wake him? I don't know where I'm going with this lol

both immediate sexual tension and unbearable awkwardness = the perfect combo.

#marstheterrible #gallavich au #photographer au #chefs au #chef mickey #shameless #ian x mickey #meet ugly #food photography #cook book #photographer ian