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By making Hobbs a hunter and Will a fisherman they wanted us to understand from the very beginning that Will is a predator too, just like Hobbs and Hannibal but his ways are different. Hobbs hides behind a gun. Hannibal never hides from his victims, he hides from everyone else but his victims. And Will, Will plays the longer game, the waiting game, the reckoning game. And I think all of these say a lot about them.

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”i should’ve put you and hannibal in a cage together, i wonder what you would’ve done.” they would’ve fucked, mason. they would’ve went at it raw for hours.

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Nothing is as funny to me as the fact that Mickey Milkovich fell for a skinny little top who dared to stand up to him and then Ian went through puberty and emerged as a big tall buff hunk of a man. Talk about return of investment

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don't get any big ideas

Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich + 3/ 25(?) chapters posted + updates every 2 to 3 weeks + AU: alternate first meeting + explicit

Mickey and Ian grow up just outside of each others orbits. But some fates are just that: fate. +++ Perhaps better summarized by the lyrics of Nude by Radiohead.

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every time mickey beats someone up because he’s jealous/protective ian just has the same fuck ass smirk on his face

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yeah Ian, he's short so it's adorable.

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This couple definitely has the potential to out-scam Frank and Monica and become top-tier con artists.

Ian: Enlisted in the army under a false identity at 17, later tried to steal a military helicopter, and successfully deserted without being caught—until his stepsister turned him in.

Mickey: Boldly escaped from a maximum-security prison and fled to Mexico.

husbands: Stole an ambulance, didn’t even bother to disguise it, and somehow never got tracked down.

I honestly don’t know if the world hates them or loves them 🤪

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Mickey is married, happy, and getting railed on the reg by his giant service top

that’s it that’s the post

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Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Post-Canon, Kid Fic

Word count: 7.8k

Summary: Usually, they either pick Miri up from school together or Mickey picks her up by himself; and apparently, he’s been doing a really good job of making himself, and by extension Ian when they’re together, look unapproachable. Because this is the first time Ian is picking Miri up on his own, and the fact he was accosted immediately speaks volumes to the quality of Mickey’s resting bitch face.

Or: Ian and Mickey navigate the social dynamics at their daughter’s school.

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listen. ian is just a guy. he can’t help it when mickey shuffles past him in the kitchen and his ass is right there and so ian simply has no choice but to give it a little squeeze and you can’t blame him for giving it a smack when mickey is bent over to load the dishwasher it’s really not his fault

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Do we have a "Ian Gallagher has no chill" on ao3???

'Cause we should... why? Just because I love the trope, alright?!!

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drunk ian devouring his husband send message

Ian usually doesn't get this drunk. He drinks, sure, probably more than he should, but he acts mostly the same when he's tipsy.

But Mickey hasn't seen Ian this drunk in a long time. Not since they were teenagers. Definitely not since they've been married.

Someone threw a small party in the Alibi, Mickey doesn't remember who or why. Everyone else has forgotten too.

He's at the bar, drinking whiskey with Carl and arguing about guns. Kev and Veronica add their own opinions every once in a while when they aren't pouring beers from drunk and disorderly patrons. Mickey's mid-way through his sentence on how much better Mickey is at shooting than Carl when he feels something heavy hit into his back.

"Heyyy, Mickey." Ian slurs into his ear, giggling to himself.

"Hey." Mickey laughs, raising his eyebrows.

"How're you?" Ian says, the words all mingling together.

"I'm good, man. How much've you had?" Mickey asks, eyebrows raised.

Ian shakes his head. "None, none. I'm sooo sober." He mumbles, reaching over Mickey's shoulder to his half-filled glass of whiskey.

"Yeah, no. I don't think you need any fucking whiskey right now." Mickey says, sliding the glass out of reach.

Instead, Ian grabs Mickey's arm instead of the drink.

"You've got good arms, d'y'know that?" Ian asks, groping up Mickey's biceps.

Carl starts chuckling, gripping his stomach. Mickey snorts.

"C'mon. We're gonna sit you down." Mickey says. "Before you can't walk anymore."

"Wanna sit me down on you." Ian slurs.

"Yeah, that doesn't make much sense." Mickey says, getting up from his stool and pulling Ian towards one of the booths. He can still mostly walk, but he keeps tripping over or getting distracted and almost drifting off.

"You got a good butt." Ian sighs into his ear while Mickey's trying to wrestle him into a seat. Mickey feels one of his hands pinch his ass, and Mickey rolls his eyes, pulling Ian's hand away and setting it down on the table.

"M'gonna get you some water, kay? Stay here." Mickey says, swaying as he stands back up again. He's a little drunk himself, but he's much more coherent than Ian.

"Where're you goin?" Ian asks, iron grip on Mickey's wrist.

"To get you water." Mickey laughs. "I'll be back in a sec."

"Stay here."

"I will, okay? Just gotta get you a bit more sober so you don't got your head in the toilet tomorrow." Mickey reasons, prying Ian's fingers off him.

Just as he turns around, he feels Ian pulling him backwards by his belt. "Mickeyyy." Ian laughs. "Come back."

Mickey laughs at him. "You're an idiot. Lip!" Mickey calls, waving Ian's brother over. "Can you watch him?" Mickey asks, pointing to the ginger sap trying to simultaneously feel him up under his shirt and undo his belt buckle. Mickey bats at his hands.

Lip wanders over, and Ian groans. "Make Lip get water. Mickey can stay."

"Jesus, how much did he drink?" Lip asks.

"Hey, Lip!" Ian smiles, as if he hadn't already noticed his presence.

"Yeah, hey, Ian." Lip smirks. "I'll go grab him some water. Kev might have some bread or some shit behind the counter."

"Good, Mickey stays. C'mon, we can fuck under the table." Ian tries to whisper, noise level rising much more than is socially acceptable.

"Your dick won't fit under the table, never mind your whole body." Mickey snorts.

"No, c'mon. Just sit on my lap and no one will know." Ian giggles, fingers hooking into Mickey's belt.

"You're shouting, I'm pretty sure everyone will know." Mickey says, letting Ian drag him onto the seat beside him.

"Everyone knows you're my husband, everyone knows we're fucking." Ian adds, head landing into Mickey's shoulder.

"Yes." Mickey agrees. "Everyone knows that, but I don't think they need a live show."

"We'll hide under the table." Ian says, like Mickey's stupid.

"No, we can fuck in the bed we have at home." Mickey says. "When you won't fall asleep halfway through, though. So not tonight." He adds, which Ian pouts about.

"Fine, I'll just suck your dick under the table, then." Ian grins, about to shuffle himself onto his knees.

"God, please don't." Lip mutters. "Here's your water. Kev didn't have any food."

"Don't want water. Want another real drink." Ian grumbles.

"Yeah, this has vodka in it." Mickey lies, pushing the water towards his husband. "S'a new thing. Water and vodka. Try it."

Ian frowns like he doesn't trust him, but gingerly reaches for the glass and sips it. "This doesn't taste like vodka."

"Exactly. The water hides the taste." Mickey says. "Have some more."

"Doesn't sound right."

"Just drink more." Mickey says, shoving the glass into Ian's hand.

"Fine." Ian gives in, chugging the whole thing down at once.

Lip sits across from them, starts having a conversation with someone Mickey doesn't remember the name of. Once Ian's done, he's immediately feeling Mickey up under his shirt.

"Man, you gotta stop." Mickey laughs. "You're fucking handsy when you're drunk."

"Can't help it. We're married." Ian mutters. "And you lied to me about vodka being in that water, so I'm mad at you."

"You aren't mad at me, you're smiling." Mickey argues.

"I'm smiling. Yeah, I'm smiling, because you're taking care of me." Ian grins. "I'm gonna suck your dick so much when we get home."

"You're gonna be asleep when we get home. Better not throw up tomorrow."

"You'd hold my hair back." Ian slurs.

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mickey "you wanna kiss me so bad right now it makes you look stupid" milkovich

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I love the idea of Mickey and Ian spending the years after they get married reclaiming some of the youth they lost

They get to go out on dates and make new friends and go day drinking on sunny Saturdays and take up new hobbies and spend Sunday afternoons in bed together and go to the beach and go on holidays and buy silly decorations for their apartment and try new food and go on road trips and do things they never got the chance to do growing up

It’ll take time but one day they’ll go on a night out with people they love and it will just be fun and it won’t be haunted by Ian’s days at the fairy tale. They’ll go out on dates without being haunted by the dates they never got or by the fear of being caught by Terry.

They’ll have fun!!!

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Both Sides Now

In 2011, Ian and Mickey struggle with conflicting desires as their relationship grows. When the universe decides to drop them in 2024, their older selves balance the task of setting them on the right path while grappling with their history.

Spoiler alert: it all works out in the end.

Part 2: Tears and Fears and Feeling Proud

Thank you to anyone who's read or enjoyed or left feedback on this fic!

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good morning love ❤️

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I love the headcanon that after Mickey finally kisses Ian he becomes a total slut for kisses and is always asking himself why he didn't do it sooner