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i love this website i just feel at home here you know
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i know what this situation needs…explicit fanfiction
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pt 2 of me going through my mickey coded tag
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during s6-7 how many times do you think Mickey got himself thrown in solitary so that he could cry about Ian *flees the scene*
and i will add that he didn't only cry but wrote him letters that he never sent and i will absolutely die and agonize on this hill i know im right he told me
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Future Whispers
My little crispy soul is trying to knit itself back together. I'm choosing to do that with an early Gallavich stolen moment.
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Ian smiled in the dark as Mickey swatted his hand away from the bathroom lightswitch.
“That’s not like you,” he murmured. “You usually want to see everything.”
A warm press of air was the only warning he got before Mickey kissed him, soft and deliberate. Astounded, he stilled, afraid to breathe. It was still so new, this kissing, and like new things, it was precious.
“Easy,” Mickey whispered when he finally remembered to breathe. “There’s no part of you that I don’t want to see when we’re doing that.” Mickey gave him another soft, astonishing kiss. “But, right now, I’m after less, especially with your family down there doing the most.”
A high pitched squeal rang out from downstairs, punctuating Mickey’s point.
He laughed, letting Mickey drag him to the toilet and push him to sit on its closed lid. Before he could blindly reach out for Mickey, his lap filled with his warm, heaven scented weight.
“So, what’s “less” to Mickey Milkovich? I didn’t think you knew how to do less,” he whispered around another kiss, sliding his hands up and down Mickey’s thighs. Emboldened by the dark, he rounded his hands to Mickey’s ass and got a nip to his bottom lip for his roaming.
“I don’t do less. But, I’m settling for this until everybody knocks out,” Mickey whispered back, slipping a bit of tongue between his lips.
He nearly lost track of the conversation as their kisses grew longer, more heated.
“I’ll try not to take your ‘settling’ personally,” he breathed.
“Relax, it’s not like that. I'm just trying this mouth-pressing thing again.”
“Mouth-pressing?” he laughed against Mickey’s lips. “God, you’re so romantic.”
“That's what it is, ain’t it? Just two sets of lips pressing together in a sloppy way.” Mickey pulled his lower lip into his mouth and gave it an exquisite nip. “Be glad I didn’t call it tongue stacking.”
“If you don’t stop describing it so beautifully, I think I'm going to cry,” he said, chasing after Mickey’s tongue with his own.
Mickey chuckled and leaned back.
“I’m just calling it like I see it. Anyway, I’m still deciding if I hate this whole mouth-pressing thing. No wait. Yeah. I hate it.” Mickey immediately dove in for another tongue-filled kiss.
“Oh, that much is clear.” He pulled Mickey closer, hardening beneath him. “You definitely despise kissing.”
“Absolutely disgusts me,” Mickey said, tilting his head so he could kiss at a better angle.
He smiled into the next kiss.
“Then we should just end this horrible kissing and do something else.” He tried to pull Mickey’s shirt out of his pants. “I've been thinking all night how much I want to feel you come on my stomach while you ride me.”
Mickey stopped his roaming hands and buried his hot face in his neck. Despite the sheer number of times he’s been inside Mickey, the little mouth-pressing hater was still shy about dirty talk. He didn’t have ‘bashful thug’ on his dating Bingo card, but he was here for it.
“Gallagher, if people knew that Disney looking mouth of yours was all Pornhub, your stock would tank.”
He lifted Mickey’s head by the chin and kissed him.
“I’m devastated. I thought my mouth was your favorite thing about me,” he murmured, stealing tiny kisses.
“Tied for first. If you ask me what it’s tied with, I’m braining you.”
They kissed languidly for a bit, heat banking just enough to kick his thoughts toward things beyond kissing. Future related things he’s been wanting from Mickey for a while now. His mouth, clearly not occupied enough, decided to start trouble.
“What are you going to do when I’m like, 60 years old and my mouth-pressing game isn’t as strong?” he asked, going for Mickey’s chin with a kiss and landing on his nose.
There’s a beat of quiet. He expected Mickey to change the subject, like he did with all future talk. But, instead, he got no such brush off, as miraculous as that was.
“I mean, your mouth-pressing game ain’t that strong now.”
He snorted.
“But, if you’re asking for 60 year old Ian,” Mickey teased, kissing his cheek. “I think I might tolerate a lower level of mouth-pressing. But, let the record reflect that everything else has to stay above board.”
“Yeah? Everything else like what?” he asked, heart thudding a little at Mickey envisioning the future with him.
“That arms and legs wrapping thing we do before sleep.”
“Cuddling?”
“Yeah. That shit better not slack off.”
He beamed in the dark. “Noted. What else?”
“Hugs from behind. They remain fully operational or I’m out.”
He huffed a soft laugh.
“Of course. Anything else?”
Mickey’s quiet for a long time, stroking his hands up and down his chest.
“You being the first thing I see when I wake up,” Mickey whispered. “And the last thing I see before I go to sleep.”
He said nothing, but his eyes got entirely too hot. Like a bat using echolocation, Mickey knew he was teetering on tears, even in the dark.
“Keep it together, Gallagher.”
His emotional laugh confirmed Mickey’s suspicions and he was rewarded with a kiss to his forehead.
“Is that-” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Is that all?”
“No.”
“What then?”
Mickey scooted until they were belly to belly and hugged him tight, like he needed support. When he spoke, his voice was vulnerable and rough with emotion.
“Keep being happy to see me. Keep … keep wanting me to be around.”
He wrapped Mickey up, heart splintering. It wasn’t Mickey’s soft plea that broke him. It’s the idea that one day he’s going to stop wanting him close, as if that was remotely possible. He’d tried keeping his distance and it had been like watching color violently drain out of the world.
“That’ll never slack off, you hear me?” He squeezed Mickey tighter, meaning it to his marrow. “Never.”
Mickey didn’t say anything. He only pressed closer.
He held Mickey in the dark for a while, listening to his family’s ruckus downstairs. Unbidden, the thought of being a husband, Mickey’s husband, bloomed into his mind for the first time. He smiled into Mickey's shoulder, frightened and excited by the thought. Husband.
Mickey pressed a sweet kiss into his neck and hugged him tighter, clearly thinking about some things himself. He decided to let them both off the hook. For now.
“So, my fingers must be tied for first with my tongue-stacking, right?” he asked, bouncing Mickey a little on his lap.
Mickey snorted. “First off, it’s mouth-pressing. Second, your fingers are okay, but not first place material.”
“My legs then.”
“Those chicken sticks? Hell no.”
He started giggling.
“My eyes. You’re always saying how green and alien looking they are. You like that weird shit.”
Mickey pulled back. “I do, but they’re second place. You know, I could just tell you instead of you guessing, Ian.”
“If you say anything but my dick, I’m tossing you in the bathtub.”
Mickey held his face in his hands.
“How could it be anything but that? Your beef bus is insane.”
He broke down laughing, pulling Mickey into another kiss.
“My mouth-pressing and beef bus thank you for the compliment.” He grabbed Mickey’s belt. “You feel like taking that bus for a ride?”
Mickey groaned and gave his cheek a tap.
“I don’t know how you live being that corny. And the answer is no. I ain’t skeeting with your little brothers and sister downstairs.”
“How about some more mouth-pressing instead? Just to make sure you really hate it.”
Mickey sighed. “Alright, get that Disney mouth ready. Maybe by the time you’re 60, you’ll be better at this whole mouth-pressing nonsense.”
That earned Mickey some tickling and his whispered giggles made the dark bathroom magical. He liked Mickey whispering about their future. He liked that Mickey thought about it at all. If they somehow manage to make it, he’ll remember this as the place where their lives started to take root and shape.
On a bevy of future whispers in the dark.
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Mickey was so real for saying "God damn it why does everything always have to SUCK" and then destroying a chair
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Remus: And that's our plan for this week's prank. Now let's see who was paying attention.
*kahoot music starts playing*
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Simon Eriksson - Pride
@youngroyals-events - Simon's Month Day 18
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Oh my god guys it’s official Edvin is going to be in a movie with Jodie Comer 🥳
They’re filming now in the UK and there’s bts pictures of them on set!!!
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Would have liked to see a couple more scenes of Mickey unashamedly taking over the Gallagher house as soon as he stopped giving a shit about who knew he was Ian's boyfriend.
Kinda obsessed with that S4/S5 period of time where the Gallaghers were treating Mickey as part of the household.
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no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed
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