#you know that he got the GOLD CHIAVARIS WITH THE WHITE CUSHIONS for as many events as he could

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Okay fanfic trope mashup based on this post

With prompts Accidently Married/ Character in Peril requested by @suchagallabitch

Mickey Milkovich was NOT freaking out, he was just mentally acrobatting his options.

As the top rated Event Planner in Chicago his reputation was in peril if he couldn't pull off this wedding.

Fucking TikTok, fucking influencers, fucking Instagram.

How did social media go from Myspace and fun shit on tumblr to people making money off of shit they posted? It boggled his mind.

He had been booked as a wedding planner for an Instagram makeup artist named Kember Bay, and her basketball player boyfriend Hutch Kline. And they wanted all the stops pulled, practically a fucking Cirque de Solei show.

But if he bombed this he would be out, done with the business, it would ruin him and he would be back doing kiddie parties dressed as a super hero.

At the moment there was only a couple days before the wedding, they were in the middle of doing the pre rehearsal dinner where Mickey usually had two people act out the wedding while the bride and groom watched and noted anything they wanted changed before the actual rehearsal dinner. Then at the real rehearsal dinner the bride and groom would practice and usually it all went without a hitch.

Except the subs for the prehearsal didn't show.

Mickey was practically running through the corridor looking for someone, anyone who would step in for him, but everyone seemed to be out of the hotel or in bed because he didn't see a soul.

He passed the hall that led to the gym and then stuttered to a stop a tall redhead was coming out of the gym.

"Yo Red, wanna make a hundred bucks?" Mickey called to him to get his attention. 

The redhead looked around to see where the words had come from, then seeing Mickey he raised an eyebrow and walked towards him. Mickey's breath caught in his throat as he got a better look of the redhead. He was tall, taller than he looked initially, Mickey barely came up to his nose, his hair had a curl to it, he was spattered with freckles, and his eyes were the color of clovers.

"Did you just ask if I wanted to make a hundred bucks?" He asked, his voice confused.

Fuck.

"Yes, I'm in a jam, my subs for the event I'm planning didn't show and I need someone to just follow my cues for like an hour. I'll give you two hundred if you just come with me now." Mickey wasn't trying to come off as desperate, but that's what it sounded like.

"Uh sure, I guess. Want me to change first? I just finished a workout and I'm a fucking mess." He asked gesturing to himself, he was in a pair of long basketball shorts and a black tank top that clung to him tightly.

Mickey shook his head, "There's no time, it starts in five minutes, and these little influencer bitches will kill my business if i piss them off in any way."

The redhead nodded, "Alright, lead the way then." He said with a shrug.

Mickey grabbed the redhead's wrist and broke out into a run pulling him along behind him.

They reached the ballroom just as Kember and Hutch did, Mickey nearly causing the redhead to run into him as he stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Milkovich, we are excited to see the prehearsal." Kember greeted him with a hug and air kisses, Mickey fucking hated how people thought that was fancy acting, but she was signing his paycheck so he wasn't gonna complain.

"Thank you Kember, Can I get you and Hutch anything to drink?" Mickey asked looking between them.

They shook their heads no, but the redhead seemed to need some water so Mickey went to the small mini fridge that was hidden behind the ballroom bar and grabbed some water for him.

"Thanks." He murmured taking the bottle from Mickey, his fingertips brushing Mickey's.

"Thank you man, I need the help, what's your name?" Mickey asked trying not to mentally catalogue every bulging muscle that the tank top clung to on the ginger.

"Ian, Ian Gallagher." he said with a nod.

"Thank you Ian, alright I'm gonna go over the plan with those two, then you and me are gonna act it out, okay?" Mickey asked.

Ian nodded, "Sure."

Mickey smiled, his heart warm as he turned to Kember and Hutch.

"Alright, so we'll start at the other end of the ballroom, Ian will come down the walkway here and walk down to the platform here, we'll each climb a side, then the German Mennonite minister Guengerich that Hutch's grandfather picked out, who is here," Mickey nodded to the older man standing at the risers.

"Will recite the words, we'll recite the vows, then that part of the prehearsal is done and then we'll play the song set and taste test the cupcakes that are prepared. Sound good?" Mickey asked looking between Kember, Hutch, and Ian, glad to see all of them nodding.

Mickey nodded at Ian to go to the end of the walkway while he waited at the platform, he started some music on his bluetooth speaker using the phone in his pocket.

Kember and Hutch turned to watch Ian walk up the aisle, Mickey couldn't help but watch him either, he was a fire touched god among men, he was freckled and tall and fucking beautiful.

Mickey gulped as Ian made it to the platform and waited at the side Mickey indicated. As the chorus on the song began Ian and Mickey both began to climb the steps to the risers until they reached the top and stopped in front of Father Guengerich.

Mickey had learned that day that Father Guengerich didn't speak engligh, just German, so he had google translated as much as he could about the prehearsal and run through with the vows.

Father Guengerich nodded and pulled a bible out of his pocket as well as a piece of paper, he waved it and a pen out to Mickey.

"He needs to know our names so he can say em right or some shit." Mickey said scribbling his name on the line the pastor had indicated then passed it to Ian who did the same.

Father Geungerich took the paper back and slid it into the pages of his bible, then he began speaking, nodding at Mickey and Ian's hands indicating for them to hold each others.

Mickey reached for Ian's as he turned and held Mickey's, Mickey felt a breath escape him at the warmth encompassing him.

Father Guengerich's voice was flitting in and out of Mickey's head, he didn't speak a fucking word of German, and as far as he knew he didn't speak english, which didn't seem to matter because he started speaking in Plautdietsch.

After he said some words he looked at Ian, who seemed to get the hint, "Ian Gallagher," he said softly, his hand gripping Mickey tighter.

Father Guengerich then nodded at Mickey who gulped and said, "Mikhailo Milkovich."

Father Guengerich smiled and then recited some more words and then gestured to Ian.

"I do." Ian smiled.

Mickey chuckled, knowing that they were probably supposed to say more, but I do did it enough to keep it going and wrap it up quickly.

Father Geungerich looked from Ian to Mickey who cleared his throat, "I do."

Father Geungerich said a few more words and then made some hand gestures, then nodded his head, as if letting Mickey and Ian know it was okay to kiss.

Mickey blushed furiously, but he got on his tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to Ian's cheek.

He stepped back looking at him, catching the dreamy look in his green eyes.

They stood there looking for each other for a moment before Father Guengerich cleared his throat.

Ian and Mickey looked at him, he was producing a piece of paper with his signature at the bottom.

Mickey, confused, took the paper and read it over, his mouth falling open witch terror and shock.

"What is it?" Ian asked trying to look over the paper over Mickey's shoulder.

"That motherfucker actually married us!" Mickey couldn't help but yelp looking up at Ian in shock.

"What?!" Ian shouted reaching for the paper in Mickey's hands.

"He must not have understood that this was a dry run, fuck now I've got to get a new marriage certificate for the actual wedding tomorrow, then get another fucker in here that can understand him and translate shit. Then..." Mickey trailed off looking up at Ian.

"Fuck, we're married." He said softly.

Ian raised an eyebrow, "And you didn't even propose." He clucked his tongue in mock disappointment shaking his head from side to side.

Mickey eyed the smart ass redhead then felt a blush swirling in his cheeks, "Well, you didn't get us rings." he pointed out with a grin.

"Guess my new husband and I will have to go out and find rings and have dinner after our wedding is over." Ian said unable to suppress a giggle.

Mickey laughed, "Is my husband asking me out on a date?" he asked arching his eyebrows at Ian.

"That's how you keep the romance alive babe, keep dating even after you're married." Ian grinned mischieviously.

"Alright hot stuff, let me wrap this shit up here then we can go on a date." Mickey challenged.

"Sounds good to me husband." Ian said leaning down and pressing a kiss to Mickey's forehead.

"Fuck, I'm in trouble." Mickey muttered to himself.

#I loved this #and yes I got the bit from an episode of the office #but it's a good way to do it! #I love event planner mickey #you know that he got the GOLD CHIAVARIS WITH THE WHITE CUSHIONS for as many events as he could #fanfic trope mashup #shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #asks #and hutch is german should've mentioned that in the ficlet but im too tired to go back and do it now #hence the german mennonite pastor

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you know i'm rewatching the gallavich wedding planning and i can't help but feel like i don't know who this is, but it ain't mickey! them writing him to be all specific about colors and sh*t, like where's the real mickey from s4 who was annoyed with that guy listing beer types? i get they wanted to do that dumb gag but they should've used someone else for it. i mean ian's the one who was always meticulous about details, they showed that from the beginning. i don't know i just found it so weird

Aw, yeah. I get that reaction -- I think it’s pretty widely shared. And I suspect that storyline did come from someone pitching “it’d be funny if Mickey was a groomzilla.” Which is an idea I find annoying. Because I find the whole bridezilla thing annoying. 

But... I kinda love it, to be honest. 

I really like the idea that Mickey has an aesthetic and some artistic tendencies. We know he draws. I think there’s some indication in canon that Mickey is creative -- both in problem solving and in, let’s say, his sartorial choices. Mickey seems to act on things a lot. He’s not buying those hoodies without sleeves. He is creating hoodies without sleeves.  

Ian IS meticulous... or at least, he’s organized. He’s also given to executing a plan that isn’t necessarily of his own devising. He is drawn to uniforms and he seeks out knowledge he can apply to systems and processes. He seems to have an appreciation for creativity and art, but he isn’t particularly creative himself. 

So of the two of them, I think Mickey is actually much more likely to observe the details and to have opinions about them. That’s still a long way away from having a meltdown about gold chiavari chairs with white cushions. I do realize this. And I remember how that scene came out as a sneak peek the week before and I was... concerned. But when I saw it in context, I honestly liked it. Not so much the scene itself, but the story of that episode. It’s pretty much the only ep that season where Mickey’s concerns are foregrounded over Ian’s and, though (as always) I would have liked MORE of it, I like that we got this one episode about what the wedding mean to Mickey. 

So here are the top reasons why I like and buy this story. 

1. Right off the top, I don’t think Mickey objecting to being given a list of beers indicates he’s not going to care about what chairs are at his wedding. Putting aside that he’s lived an additional five or so years since then, Mickey doesn’t get annoyed in that scene because he thinks it’s dumb to know a lot about beer -- He’s annoyed that Ryan has asked him a question he can’t answer. I’ve always thought of that as a class issue -- He has never been in much of a position to CARE about what he drinks, and he drinks mass-produced pilsners because that’s what everyone in Southside drinks, because it’s cheap. He might love a winter wheat. He has no goddamn idea, because he isn’t living a life where you get to concern yourself with whether or not you’re into IPAs or lagers. Mickey DOES like beer. I was surprised and delighted when he recently ordered a stout at The Alibi, because it does indicate that his life has changed enough that he gets to know a bit more about beer. That at some point, he had the time and inclination to alter his tastes. He might have a different answer for Ryan now.

2. That Mickey wants things. Just... I don’t know. Mickey wanting anything other than food, shelter and Ian gets me so much. Mickey attending to his hierarchy of needs legitimately makes me teary. For people who grow up like Mickey -- asking for things can be a very big deal. So the fact that he just decides he’s going to make a wedding happen -- and a wedding with nice flowers and chairs that will reflect the light (because, we find out, that’s why he wants the gold) and a singer who will perform Livin’ on a Prayer -- is a big deal. And as many have cited before me, it makes sense that Mickey wants a better wedding with Ian than the one he had with Svetlana. But what we also find out, when we get the moment with the vows, is that Mickey takes the whole thing very seriously. He delivers those vows with complete commitment and deep sincerity. So I understand why he wants that space to carry the weight of what is happening. 

3. Mickey doesn’t break the chair because it’s not gold. He breaks the chair because every single person he’s encountered that day is a fucking dick. And they’re being a dick about his wedding. Something he’s happy about, and something he wants to celebrate. And, honestly, he’s not asking for much. He’d be annoyed, but most likely not violent, if his father hadn’t aimed a gun his face and some random old lady hadn’t refused him as a client because he’s gay. Brooks -- who tries to gaslight and act like the chairs are the chairs that were asked for when he knows damn well they are not -- is taking the wrath for a number of other people. But to me, the most important line in that scene is “why does everything always have to suck?”

4. Another thing about this is... back when Mickey responds to Ryan’s multiple choice beer question with “how ‘bout beer?” Ryan covers the awkward moment by making a joke about his own sexuality. The implication being that relating to beer with the kind of detail traditionally reserved for wine, is not masculine. And the thing is, Ryan is making a joke at his own expense, but he’s also acknowledging something that has always been true for Mickey. That Mickey has to make sure he never, ever displays any of these qualities Ryan so casually exhibits. Whether it’s natural for him or not, Mickey has to avoid anything that can be read to be a stereotype. He has to be hyper masculine, both because he’s from House that Toxic Masculinity built, but also because HE knows, even when he won’t acknowledge it, that he’s gay. So when we see Mickey openly talking about what flowers and chairs he wants at the wedding, he’s letting out something that could very well have always been there, but that he never, ever would have expressed back in seasons 1 through 4. Mickey doesn’t kiss Ian for two whole seasons because he’s so messed up about his sexuality. I 100% buy that, at that same time, he isn’t acknowledging having opinions about home decor. 

5. I like it when Mickey defies our expectations. I’m find with him discovering or revealing new facets or abilities or interests -- what I don’t like is when they have him do something that seems more like a regression. The show lampshades that this is something of a surprise, for Mickey to want a wedding, by having Ian be absolutely baffled by it for most of the episode. But they also participate in the end. There’s an indication that Mickey and Ian plan the eventual wedding together, though I imagine Mickey’s stronger opinions took the day in most cases. And the gesture at the end of that episode -- a romantic gesture just as surprising from Ian as anything Mickey does in that episode, really -- validates Mickey in a way I think is pretty beautiful. Like... he gets to be a guy who wants someone to sing Livin’ on a Prayer to him while he holds his boyfriend’s fiancé’s hand. He wasn't allowed to be that guy for years. I like that he gets there. 

So. We might not agree on this, but I really like that you drew a parallel between that scene and the party scene at Ryan’s because I hadn’t though of that before and I think it’s a very interesting one. I also enjoyed thinking so much about this on the day that we mark their one year anniversary! Because holy fuck. Gallavich is married! 

#asks #once again I'm contrary #but I am always so grateful to be asked #and I am grateful for the opportunity to think deeply about how much of a triumph it is for Mickey to want something solely because #he likes the way the light hits it #mickey milkovich #Gallavich meta #shameless season 10