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Hot in Here

A @gallavichsummercamp fic, presented by the Hot As Balls Tonight Bunk: Writers: @suzy-queued, @smittybus22, @mybrainismelted Beta: @blue-disco-lights Artist: @romidoes

Hot in Here (15301 words) by country13, Suzy_Queue, My_Brain_Melted

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Dancer Ian Gallagher, Bouncer Mickey Milkovich, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Mystery, Stalking, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining

Summary: It's the heat of the summer, and tension is rising at the club where Mickey works. Threatening messages. Cryptic notes. Disturbing phone calls. The signs are clear: their most popular dancer has a stalker. But Ian isn't just any dancer. Mickey has been trying for months to get to know the guy, maybe even ask him out. Now the stakes are higher than ever, with Ian's life on the line. Mickey needs to step up his game to protect his coworker, his friend, his crush.

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Theme 46: Fandom Pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Greetings all Gallacrafters and Summer Campers!

The Hot as Balls Tonight bunk is celebrating fandom pride by making a scrapbook of our favorite stories from last year's Summer Camp.

View our scrapbook here!!

Much love from @mybrainismelted @blue-disco-lights @smittybus22 @romidoes @suzy-queued

Paging @gallacrafts and @gallavichsummercamp

Inside pages under the cut, in case you can't view the scrapbook.

Works referenced: The Cabin Across The Lake Then and Now S'more of You

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Thanks to @wasmickeyadopted for this weeks prompt, "sharing clothes".

@galladrabbles

*smut ahead*

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"Dream to Me" - Part 21

Mickey was pressed against the headboard, skin damp with sweat, needy hole slick and throbbing.

"Ian," he whimpered, tilting his head, so their lips could meet.

A possessive growl, Ian in rut, a result of Mickey's heat. But they were nearing the end, after days of crashing together, over and over.

He pulled Mickey onto his lap, pumping up relentlessly. With Ian's teeth grazing his neck, Mickey cried out and Ian howled, filling him with his knot.

Grinning, Mickey padded towards the bathroom, throwing on Ian's discarded button-through shirt, adorably too big.

A matching grin, Ian admiring his mate.

His love.

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Fair Trade

Many thanks to @wasmickeyadopted for this week's galladrabbles prompt, Sharing Clothes. I have strong feelings about this trope. I fucking love this trope. That's it. Those are the feelings. Hope you like! Word count: 100

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It was Ian’s favorite hoodie. Mickey grabbed it one morning and never gave it back. Weeks passed. Ian noticed. Grinned every time he saw him wearing it.

For all Mickey’s sharp edges, this—this quiet claiming—made Ian feel soft. He could practically feel the hearts forming in his eyes whenever he wore it.

“You know that’s mine, right?” he teased one night.

Mickey shrugged. “Fits me better.” He looked down, like maybe Ian would ask for it back.

That look alone was worth more than the hoodie.

Ian sighed, kissed his forehead. “It does.”

Mickey exhaled, small and real.

Fair trade.

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These Arms

Thanks @starry-nights-17 for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt, In These Arms by Bon Jovi! Word Count: 100 ..................

He remembered when he'd flinch when Ian touched him. Even a hand on his shoulder had felt like an unwanted spotlight.

What an idiot.

Now he couldn't get enough of those hands—curled around his waist, brushing his jaw, laced through his fingers like they belonged there.

Because they fucking did.

So when Bon Jovi started playing and Ian enveloped him from behind, playfully swaying them in the kitchen, he didn’t pull away. He leaned in. Snickered when Ian mouthed the cheesy lyrics in his ear.

He turned off the stove burner. Breakfast could wait.

He'd never let this wait again.

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Fuckin love you! I love you too..

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Galladrabbles: In These Arms

Thank you @starry-nights-17 for our @galladrabbles prompt this week! Another Bon Jovi song for their playlist.

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Months of seeing the gorgeous ER nurse strutting around, commanding total authority, navy blue scrubs fitted in all the right places. 

Months of dropping off patients, staring longingly at him – and knocked dumbstruck at every, “Got it from here, Red.” 

Until… the night of the epic snowstorm. Chaos in the ER, snow-slush coating the floor. Panic as his favorite nurse takes a wrong step.

EMT instincts kick in, and he catches him right before he hits the ground.  

“This wasn’t the way I pictured it,” Ian says, cradling his head.

“Huh?”

“Having you in my arms for the first time.”

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In these arms

Ok. So. Don't kill me. I tried going the nice, cute route with this one because it's a beautiful love song, but it didn't work. So uhm. Here it is.

Thanks for the prompt, @starry-nights-17, this is my humble submission for this weeks @galladrabbles

TW: abuse and manipulation

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In these arms

“I would give anything to have you in these arms tonight”. Jordan comes even closer. “Baby, I want you.”

“Fuck you”. Ian’s no longer heavily sedated, but he’s foggy and they won’t let him leave.

Jordan scowls at him. “Hmm… might have to move you. Somewhere stricter, with more… traditional methods.”.

“You can’t. My family…” They won’t allow it.

Jordan scoffs. “Do you see them anywhere? Three weeks, Ian. Not a single phone call.”.

“Liar”. It can’t be.

“Forgotten middle child and all, they don’t care. Does it surprise you?”  

It can’t be true.

A wave of sadness swallows him.

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GALLADRABBLES #180 - PRISON OF PASSION

Lovely song, darling @shippergirl121fic 😍 Thank you for introducing me to it 😁 Paging @galladrabbles 😎

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The only word he can use to describe him is “dreamy”. It makes him sound like an infatuated pre-teen girl but it's not like he's ever said it out loud, so he's safe.

He's not even sure what’s more alluring, the enticing combo of jet black hair and piercing blue eyes or his bad boy personality, complete with a sense of humour so dry it would put the Sahara to shame.

Either way, he spends all waking moments daydreaming about him and scribbling “I+M” on every scrap of paper he finds.

‘Who’s “M”?’ Mandy asks, reading over his shoulder.

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It means we take care of each other

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Prison of Passion by The BossHoss

This was a great @galladrabbles prompt by @shippergirl121fic based on the song "Prison of Passion" by the BossHoss.

Hope you like it!

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As his chest heaved, he held the tire iron firmly in his grip above his head. He stared down into fretful eyes. 

This boy had come uninvited into his house, voice husky and demanding. The boy who was now in his bed. 

Finally.

Mickey dreamed in this very same bed, fantasies of pale limbs tangling with his. Of finally being the real him, giving in to his forbidden desires. 

The tire iron clanged as it hit the floor, the sound like a prison cell opening. He was free from his prison of passion, free to make his dreams a reality. 

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Thanks to @shippergirl121fic for this weeks prompt (prison of passion). Have to admit, I'm not familiar with the song but love the lyrics.

@galladrabbles

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"Dream to Me" - part 19

Ian's lids grew heavy, pills kicking in, and the soothing sensation of Mickey's fingers teasing their way through his curls.

Now, Mickey was dancing, shining brightly like an angel, no, like a beacon. But as he stepped closer, Ian saw the chains, the omega was a prisoner.

And it was real, wasn't it?

He called out, but Mickey just smiled, unfurled his wings and flew away.

"Shush, I'm here Ian, just a dream".

"You make me feel free too, Mick", he whispered into the dark.

Eyes opening, colours erupting, darkness fading, "am I still dreaming?"

That same smile.

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MICKEY MILKOVICH in every scene 21/?

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SHAMELESS 5.01 — Milk of the Gods

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Galladrabbles Prompt: Prison of Passion - The BossHoss

For this week’s @galladrabbles, I'm continuing my busker!Mickey and talent scout!Ian series! In the last installment, Ian reminisced about his time with Mickey while his boss called him into her office.

Part 40/? | Catch up here!

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“Close the door,” Autumn says.

Ian does, swallowing thickly against the bile starting to rise in his throat.

Without her prompting, Ian takes a seat opposite her, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead.

“How was your night?” she asks, tone unreadable.

Ian hedges. Reminisces briefly about slick skin and melodious moans. A song floats into his ears: No one knows what I’m thinking about. He prays that it’s true. “Fine.”

She sighs. Turns her computer monitor toward him. Points silently at the GPS data from his company car, showing him parked overnight at Mickey’s apartment.

Fucking fuck.