#but i was satisfied with gallavich’s ending

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

being pissed off about the ending of shameless and how none of the characters really got justice but then remembering that right now ian’s happy, healthy, and with his husband and terry’s dead now so they can finally be happy and safe.

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

I liked the finale of season 7 for Gallavich. But like. ONLY because I knew Mickey was coming back. I read a spoiler somewhere about it, so I watched the ending of season 7 KNOWING that it was temporary. But I cannot, for the life of me, imagine how bad of an ending this must have been if Noel Fisher actually left the show after this, like it was supposed to happen in the first place. It had a lot of references to earlier seasons Gallavich, for instance "The fuck are you looking at?" or the fact that they met up under high school bleachers, but the whole concept was stupid to begin with. They really thought that the best goodbye to Mickey Milkovich who, by the way, carried the show in season 4 and was already a fan favourite when this was being filmed, was to break his heart into a million tiny little pieces at the Mexico border? That the best way for this love story to end and for us to get closure was to have Ian drop LITERALLY everything in his life, including his supposedly happy relationship, for a 3 day fuckfest with Mickey? You can't tell me with a straight face that if this WAS the actual end of Gallavich it would have been satisfying. It was a good TEMPORARY ending. It felt like a really good "We can't be together right now but we will someday". And I loved it for that. But as an ACTUAL ending? Holy fuck it was horrible.

[metalheadmickey]

fic writer interview

i was tagged by the luminous @energievie & @suzy-queued to fill this bad boy out! i remember doing this last year too, how fun! 🩷

1. How many works do you have on AO3?  I've got 20 on there now!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 143,320

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? kinda raw, float, cinematic, and i'm your warm receiver, watching. the four after kinda raw are all pretty close together in terms of kudos, but kinda raw has a lot more kudos than the one after it and i don't understand why. i have written better fics lmfao! y'all are just nasty. and honestly i appreciate that.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try to always respond, but sometimes it gets away from me! i just really appreciate people taking the time to leave a comment, and i want to show that appreciation.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? i don't think any of mine have been angsty!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? they're all happy, but it might be you outshined the best there was just because of the nature of the story. soft dads, seen from mickey's perspective as he grows into fatherhood over the course of a year, but also so, so plotless. soft!

7. Do you write crossovers? no and i doubt i ever will. one of my very favorite conversations though is when my husband and i insert characters from other media we like into star trek tng or ds9. it's so dumb and so funny. lmao what if i wrote it

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? yeah! once, on one of my favorite fics, ligature. they told me i should sterilize myself because i'm glorifying abuse by writing bdsm, it's a good read

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i almost exclusively write smut! nasty and loving. i don't know how to describe it but whenever i think i've written something disgusting i inevitably get comments about how sweet it is. which, yeah, it's not like they're mutually exclusive ways to fuck. so yeah, sweet and dirty husbands

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i don't think so! i mean i hope not

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i haven't, but i've collaborated on a couple of projects with my dear friend @heymrspatel! i wrote and she made art for cinematic and honeycomb. cinematic was more julissa making art for parts i'd already written, but honeycomb especially was a collaborative process with the way that a bunch of what i wrote was based on things that julissa was visualizing for her art, so parts of it did feel like co-writing. it was the most fun i've had working on anything!

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship? don't make me choose between the angel who fell in love with a faithless man, and the closeted thug who fell in love with the kid who had it bad for him and ultimately had the most satisfying ending. destiel and gallavich are both such incredibly compelling ships!! aahhh!!

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? if there's something i'm not going to finish, it's generally because it became something i didn't want to work on anymore.

15. What are your writing strengths? describing physical sensation and emotional impact, dialogue

16. What are your writing weaknesses? exposition

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i like evie's idea of just indicating that they've switched to another language without actually writing the language out

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? gallavich

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? i really want to write destiel smut. i think the nonhuman element could be fun to play with. i've read a lot of grace sex and that shit is soooooo. hot. i want to try my hand at it.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? this changes so often! one i come back to a lot is chapter two of 2022's kinktober collection, the prompts were wax & "yeah, that's it baby, just like that" and i wrote some wax play and i suppose cockwarming although it's not tagged as such. i also really fucking love lush, it's inspired by one of julissa's pieces and it's drunk lovemaking and breathplay. i also need to shout out a newer one, beauty in simplicity from this year's kinktober collection. mickey getting his ass eaten on the kitchen table. there's three fics! i don't care!

tagging @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @gallawitchxx @ohkate @sam-loves-seb @sisitrip @crossmydna @thisdivorce @mmmichyyy @arrowflier if you guys feel like playing 🖤

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

.🌿☁️ Fic Rec ☁️🌿.

i wanna recommend a gallavich fic! the boys are hella into each other right away, it’s good n tropey (compliment), and has a satisfying ending. and who doesn't love "hot stranger shows up on my doorstep in the pouring rain"?

Something Like Lightning by Odinsmom12 Mickey just wants to enjoy his drink in front of the fireplace on a stormy night when there's a loud knock at his door. Rating: E Words: 9,282 Chapters: 5/5 Additional Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Mickey Milkovich Has a Crush on Ian Gallagher, Lumberjack Mickey Milkovich, Anal Sex, Love at First Sight

[dynamic-power]

The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 2

Read it on ao3 here

Ship: Gallavich

Rated: E

CW: mature content, language.

Lip has news

Read part 1 here

Jay was long gone by the time Mickey woke up. The side of the bed he slept on when he stayed over was cold and there was a note left on the night stand. Jay had scribbled down the name of the hotel he’d be staying at as well as details about his flight back to Chicago in a week.

As Mickey read the end of the note a third time - I’m going to miss you, Querido - he was reminded yet again about how decent a man Jay really was. He was good, and what they had was good.

Mickey wasn’t in love with him - they’d only been together a few months - but he cared about Jay more than he had any of his last few boyfriends. Jay seemed to genuinely like him, too, southside-sharpened edges and all.

Jay had grown up northside. He had a college degree and a house in a nice neighborhood and a job that paid six figures. He didn’t have so much as a parking ticket on his record, had smoked pot exactly twice before meeting Mickey, and had looked positively horrified the first time he’d seen the unregistered, very illegal gun Mickey kept in his apartment. When they’d first been getting to know each other, Mickey took a sort of sick joy in shocking Jay with stories about his past.

And yet, Jay had stuck around. Jay said it was because he liked Mickey for his hidden soft side, but Mickey suspected that it had more to do with the fact that Mickey lived on the ege of danger, and something about that was intoxicating to straight-laced Jay.

Whatever the reason was, what they had was good . Mickey should be happy. There was no reason he shouldn’t be falling in love with Jay.

Except.

Except it was all so safe, comfortable, tame . Mickey didn’t always want safe and tame.

Jay’s idea of a good Friday night was dinner and drinks followed by a night on the couch, watching a movie. He rarely ever got properly drunk or high and never really understood Mickey’s occasional desire to release extra energy through violence. To him, spicing up their sex life meant fucking somewhere other than bed.

It was fine. But part of Mickey wanted more than just fine. He wanted nice nights in, but he also wanted to go out, get trashed, pick fights, fuck dirty. He wanted someone who was just as willing to find trouble, who wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch for him. He wanted rough housing instead of foreplay and hard, filthy, kinky sex. He wanted the pain that came from making out with a split lip and the gross thrill of tasting his own blood and cum mixing on his partners tongue. He wanted to be thrown around, shoved into furniture and walls, properly railed -

Sex with Jay was great. Jay had become good at determining when Mickey needed to be taken apart slowly and when he just needed a quick, hard fuck. But even when they were in the middle of those quick, hard fucks, there was still a gentleness in Jay that made Mickey crave something different.

He needed that feeling of single-minded desire, needed that fire that would burn him from the inside if it wasn’t sated. He never felt that with Jay.

It was the sort of passion he hadn’t felt since Ian.

He shook himself from his thoughts before he could slip down that rabbit hole. He rolled out of bed despite the relatively early hour, cringing as dried cum and lube pulled at the skin of his thighs. He dragged himself to the shower and scrubbed away the stentch of the bar and sex and resolutely ignored the flashes of memories, of red hair and green eyes and big hands. He also ignored his aching cock.

This was why he couldn’t think about him. He was happy with Jay, satisfied, stable. He couldn’t compare Ian and Jay; it was like comparing apples to oranges.

I never did like oranges all that much, was his last thought before he slammed off the water and snatched his towel off the rack.

-----

It took a little while to gather all of the adults into the living room of the Gallagher house after dinner on Monday night. Parly because it wasn’t exactly easy to get all five kids upstairs and settled with Franny, and partly because none of the Gallagher adults or their partners knew when it was time to shut up.

“What’s your news?” Mickey finally asked once they were all present, raising his voice to be heard over all of the side conversations going on.

“Right,” Lip said, clearing his throat and wringing his hands in front of him. “Uh, it’s about Ian.” That got everyone’s attention immediately. As far as Mickey was aware, Ian hadn’t reached out to any of them since he’d left Chicago more than a decade ago. “He’s, uh, he’s coming to visit.”

Mickey was glad he was already sitting; with the way his entire body reacted, he was sure his knees would have given out if he’d been standing. His stomach was in knots, his heart was racing, he felt his whole face heat up. He knew that more than one person was now staring at him. He picked out a spot on the floor between his feet and refused to look up from it.

There were a few tense moments where no one said anything before all hell broke loose.

“Ian’s coming?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you’d heard from him?”

“Wait, isn’t Ian your brother?”

“Shut up. One at a fuckin’ time,” Lip snapped. “Yes, Ian is our brother. I only just heard from him on Thursday, and we wanted to iron out the details before telling you.”

“When is he coming?” Debbie asked, sounding much more excited than Mickey felt.

“He’ll be here Sunday,” Lip said.

Mickey’s stomach lurched. It was real, he realized, it was happening. He managed to push himself to his feet. “I need a cigarette,” he said as he stumbled towards the door.

-----

He was lighting his third cigarette when the door behind him opened and closed again. Mickey was expecting Carl, so he was a little startled when Lip sat down beside him.

“How are you doing?”

Micke shrugged. He offered the pack of smokes to Lip, who took it with a nod. “I dunno. I’m surprised, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Lip said with a nod as he lit up. “I was, too.”

“Why now? What changed?”

Lip didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be debating how to answer and it set Mickey on edge. “He’s met someone,” Lip finally said, “and he wants us to meet him.”

“Fuck,” Mickey said without meaning to. It shouldn’t matter; they hadn’t seen each other in almost 15 years. He was with Jay now. He was-

He was happy.

Right?

He and Lip sat and smoked in silence for a few more minutes, soaking up the clear, cool April night.

“How is he?”

Lip shrugged, stubbing out his smoke. “He sounded good. Sounded healthy, y’know? He ended up in New York, I guess. He’s a paramedic. Rides around in an ambulance and saves life and that shit.”

“Fuck,” Mickey repeated. “Bet he loves that shit.”

Lip snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, sounded like it.” He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Mickey braced himself again for whatever unpleasant thing Lip needed to say. “Look, Mick, you don’t have to see him if you don’t want. They are staying in a hotel so I can let you know when he’s here and I can make sure we avoid the Alibi while-”

“Nah, man,” Mickey said, feeling a wave of appreciation for Lip, but also feeling a little stupid that Lip was offering to run interference for him. They were all adults; they could handle this. “It’s okay, don’t worry ‘bout it.” He took the last drag off his cigarette. “Is it weird if I kinda wanna see him?”

“Nah,” Lip answered immediately. “You two have a lot of fuckin’ history. Honestly, it makes sense that you maybe want to see how he is. Rub your boyfriend in his face, too.”

“Fuck, Jay.” Mickey scrubbed at his face. “I need to talk to him.”

“How much does he know about Ian?”

“Not fuckin’ enough to be meeting him on Sunday,” Mickey admitted. “He knows who he is. I’ve got his name tattooed on me, for fucks sake. But he assumed it was a drunken mistake, and I’ve just never corrected him. We’ve just… Fuck. We haven’t talked about it.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, I mean, how do I explain to my current guy that the love of my fuckin’ life was-” Mickey cut himself off abruptly.

He’d never really said it outloud before, but part of him had always wondered if Ian was it for him; if that had been his one and only chance at love and happiness and every relationship after that had been a futile attempt to get that chance back. He didn’t want to have that conversation with Lip; he barely wanted to have that conversation with himself. He was grateful when Lip didn’t say anything about his near slip.

“The offer still stands,” he said instead. “Ian is only here for a couple weeks, so just let me know if you want to avoid him.”

“Thans, man.”

“Anytime, Mick.”

-----

Part 3

[lesbiangallagher]

i can’t lie, getting into fandom again is such a treat. haven’t felt this way since 2013 when i first started shameless ;___; especially for an ongoing show 🫠 god this is so fun and i feel so silly being happy about fandom. i feel like a kid again fanning myself over a show lol…also, this post is not to say i don’t love the gallavich fandom btw but im having so much fun with hb in a way i can’t really do w gallavich on a regular basis bc honestly gallavich ended in such a spectacular way that it has felt like a cozy soft blanket for a couple of years now. the fanfic is excellent so i always feel so satisfied. not to mention the kin thing too, so y‘know. definitely paid my dues navigating it lol but with stolitz….phew i get to do it all over again. im a whore for an angsty slow burn ugh

[heymacy]

Hey Macy 💗 if you could fix one thing about Gallavich in canon, what would it be?

hello darling anon xx, so lovely to have you back in my inbox! 💌

i’ll be the first person to admit i have many grievances with canon. not so much with their characteristics or anything like that but more about the situations the writers put them in and how they were handled. there’s a lot i would change but i think my biggest grievance is the 5x12 breakup scene, and here’s why.

i know why they did what they did. i know why the writers decided to have them break up in the wake of noel leaving the show. it probably made logical sense to the writers at the time but i don’t think it was the best decision they could have made. there were so many other directions they could have gone with this storyline. what if sammi never showed up? after all, there wasn’t a single good reason to bring her back for that last scene. what if they had more time? what if mickey had been able to reassure ian that he was right, he isn’t broken, and he’ll love him through it all? because we know that boy loves ian for everything he is, exactly as he is. what if ian had more time to explain himself, to get the big emotions out in his speech and then have a moment to regroup? what if they [audience gasps] had a chance to talk it out? what if it wasn’t a unilateral decision? maybe we could have been given a more satisfying conclusion to their story, even if it did end in a breakup.

what would i have selfishly wanted to see? i want my The Notebook “it still isn’t over” moment. i want mickey to grab ian by the arm and spin him around and kiss him. i want him to hold his face and wipe his tears and tell him that no, he’s not broken. he doesn’t need to be fixed. he’s IAN, through and through, and always has been. and he’ll love him despite it all. i want an honest declaration of love, a fucking conversation, a kiss that shifts the earth on its axis. THAT’S what i want. that’s what i need. but that’s what fix-it fics are for, right? 😉

[you-show-me-love]

Gallavich Kinktober 2022 Day 25 - biting X “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

For @gallavichthings and our favorite undead redhead (contination of Day 19's prompt)

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Ian smirked, he had sensed Mickey's heartbeat at the end of the block twenty minutes ago and there it remained. Sometimes he came closer, maybe in view of the house, but he quickly turned back. That's okay, Ian had all the time in the world to wait.

He could tell the moment Mickey had opened his eyes while they were fucking to find only himself reflected back that he had him. His pupils had blown until his irises were only a thin blue ring and he had tightened around Ian like a vice. He had liked it, he had enjoyed getting fucked by a vampire. Ian didn't bite him that night, keeping their connection below the belt, taking the risk that the sex alone would be enough to bring him back.

"Ian, go get your man." Debbie's auburn head popped into his room, a snarl exposing her fangs.

"He's setting my teeth on edge."

Ian rolled his eyes, brushing past Debbie and heading down the stairs.

"Finally!" Carl called out as Ian passed him and Liam on the couch, controllers in their ageless hands.

"He's making me hungry."

Ian hissed, a warning. Mickey was his and his alone. He wrenched open the front door and stepped out into the night, following the rapid pulse still hovering at the edge of the block.

–

Mickey glanced at the time on his phone, he'd spent 30 minutes waffling like a pussy at the end of the block. Two nights ago he had left Ian's house fucked out and satisfied, but when blood returned to his brain the next morning he was left with the knowledge that he had let a vampire fuck him, and he liked it.

So Mickey had spent half an hour at the edge of the block stuck between saving his skin against a blood sucking fiend and giving the same fiend another chance at his ass when said fiend appeared out of nowhere making Mickey choke on air.

"Jesus fuck!" He coughed out. Ian's fangs caught the light from a streetlamp when he smirked and Mickey lost his breath all over again.

"Were you planning on standing here all night?"

"No!" Mickey shot back, immediately on the defensive. He could only hope Ian didn't know how long he'd been out here.

Ian chuckled, circling Mickey like a predator circles prey. Mickey shivered then straightened trying to appear unaffected. Ian chuckled again and grabbed hold of his human's waist from behind.

They moved so quickly Ian had to keep holding Mickey up after they stopped moving, not that he minded the way Mickey leaned heavily against him even after the dizziness had subsided.

"I knew you'd come back." Ian whispered in his ear. Mickey's breathing picked up as the vampire's chilly palms glided up Mickey's warming chest.

"Why did I come back?" Mickey asked, genuinely curious to know if Ian had an answer. He blinked and found himself pressed into the mattress, the undead redhead pinning him down. Cold fingers stroked down his cheek as green eyes bore into his very soul.

"We have a connection." Ian stated simply, like that would put a halt to Mickey's racing thoughts.

"Oh is that all?" Mickey scoffed, Ian bending down to mouth at his neck. "The only connection we had was your dick in my ah!"

Mickey bucked and struggled as Ian's teeth sunk deep into his throat. His body knew it was in danger, fighting to escape, but his mind was calm.

"Mmm." Ian broke away, licking a drop of blood, Mickey's blood, off his bottom lip. "I knew you'd taste amazing."

Heart pounding and body shaking Mickey's clear mind wanted one thing and one thing only. He fumbled with undoing Ian's belt, the man above him smirking as he let it happen.

"Fuck me. Fuck me again. Please!" Clothes were torn away from his body, leaving him skin to skin with his vampire lover. With superhuman strength Ian flipped the smaller man onto his hands and knees, making Mickey groan and arch his back. Ian draped himself over his human lover, licking at the trickling blood stemming from the fresh wound.

"Bite me." Mickey urged, rocking his hips, catching Ian's hard on with his rim. Ian smiled and instead turned his head to kiss him long and deep. Mickey may not understand their connection, but it was there, drawing them together, vampire and human, predator and prey.

He entered the man in one sure thrust as his teeth punctured the bite wounds, breaking through to the warm rush of blood beneath. It was intoxicating, filling Ian's senses and overwhelming him. The first time was good, but adding Mickey's blood to his belly sent a line of fire straight to his dick and back into Mickey's hole. They were a cycle, an endless loop, connected.

Mickey couldn't close his mouth, the noises leaving him animalistic, winding higher and higher in pitch the harder Ian slammed into him.

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” Ian said, coming up for air finally. With his belly full of the essence of his lover he focused on making him cum, making him fall apart, marking him from the inside, keeping him coming back for more.

He smiled as Mickey's groans and moans murated into a sharp cry of release, his own release spilling into the man soon after. Mickey collapsed onto the plush bed, exhausted from the rough sex and loss of blood. Ian lay beside him, stroking his face lovingly as his blue eyes struggled to stay open.

"Sleep." Ian urged him, hand still stroking Mickey's face as it relaxed into unconsciousness. He moved Mickey quickly under the covers, keeping his recovering body warm, wrapping his cold arms around him to keep him safe.

[oatmilkovich]

Every time you reblog a Gallavich post im reminded of the pure horror that was s11 in this fandom. In every way possible. People taking stuff too seriously or the complete opposite of people swearing every writing decision made sense when it was obviously poor retconning. 😂 just glad we made it out alive. we can laugh at those horrible sls, fix them in our heads and thrive off the fact we were like the only ones with a happy ending in the finale lol.

anon we had been in the TRENCHES — the great war taylor swift sings about? yeah was the fandom making it through s11 alive 😭

i don’t blame people for trying to make sense of the stuff we had been given — john wells never ever deserved the heart and soul the fans put into supporting the show and the characters we love so dearly, but on reflection it was like watching a slow-motion car crash.

the best thing is now we can laugh about it and feel satisfied that our boys are happy and will never ever be able to be touched again by anyone on that writing team! they are safely in the hands of the people who have always loved them the most (us).

(in the year since i’ve managed to become invested shows that are ran by people i trust with the characters and storylines: young royals, our flag means death, succession, heartstopper… etc — and the difference of not having to feel like i’m constantly fighting AGAINST the writers of the show i’m supposed to love, that i can actually sit back and say you can take it from here, has been immense. you’ll never catch me slipping again)

[livinginsunnyhell]

I think my biggest issue with 11x03 is that I don’t feel like it was resolved. Every other storyline was resolved but gallavich and I know the end scene of them fucking is supposed to be them reaching common ground but I just didn’t feel it.

[abundanceofnots]

my silly 1.5k contribution to gallavich kinktober day 15 @gallavichthings

NSFW chatty smut under cut

“Aren’t you glad now that you started doing yoga with me?” Ian smirks down at Mickey as he holds his legs open and pounds into him at a slow, torturous pace.

Mickey breaks his stream of throaty moans to reply, “Could do without Rhonda and her—uh—silent, lethal farts, to be frank.”

“Everyone farts at yoga.”

“Yeah, but—oh, fuck!—I don’t mind the smell of my own farts.”

Ian surges forward to capture his mouth, silencing the yelp Mickey makes when his thighs push at his chest, making him that much more breathless.

“No talking about Rhonda or your farts right now,” Ian mutters into the languid kiss.

At a particularly sharp thrust of his hips, Mickey tears away from the wet touch of lips to let out another moan, his eyes rolling back into his head in such a dramatic fashion, Ian won’t probably let him live it down anytime soon.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

“Yeah?” Ian says, self-satisfied and a bit smug, as he adjusts his hands so that he’s comfortably leaning over Mickey, his calves propped on Ian’s shoulders. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

They don’t stay like that for too long, though. The position changes into a more natural one, with Mickey’s legs gradually falling down to a less athletically challenging angle around Ian’s waist. At the same time, Ian’s arms envelop his shoulders.

Mickey ends up with one hand clutching at Ian’s ass, the other cradling the back of his head where it’s nestled in the crook of Mickey’s neck, leaving Ian to exhale hot puffs of air right into his ear—which should in no way feel as erotic as it does.

The room’s stuffy, and they’re both sweaty as hell, and yet everything’s still kind of perfect.

A little later, Ian feels one of Mickey’s fingers poke around his asshole.

“Oh, hello,” he inhales in surprise. He turns his face to Mickey, slowing down his thrusts. “What’s going on down there?”

“Nothing,” Mickey answers, all innocent, the devilish glint in his eyes telling a different story. “Nothing yet,” he corrects a beat later as the pad of his finger rubs pointedly against Ian’s asshole.

“Hm? Got something on your mind?”

“Only if you’re up for it.”

Ian slots their mouths together at the slightly awkward angle, licking into Mickey’s parted lips for a quick moment.

“Yeah, I could be down,” he says after, his eyebrows giving a little wiggle as he continues the shallow rocking into Mickey’s body.

Instead of replying, Mickey just slaps his asscheek, sharp enough to leave a sting, and Ian grins, getting the message loud and clear.

“How do you want me?” he asks as he carefully pulls out and sits back on his heels.

“Lie down on the bed,” Mickey instructs, scrambling to his knees himself. “Ass up.”

His enthusiasm has Ian chuckling anew, which earns him another smack to his ass as he moves to lie on his belly, getting comfortable with his stiff cock underneath him.

Mickey sits on the back of Ian’s thigs, palms running over the plains of his muscled back and shoulders in an impromptu massage, all the while his erection starts prodding at Ian’s asshole.

Ian sighs, automatically relaxing into the gentle touch of Mickey’s hands.

“This is nice,” he mumbles into the bedcovers.

“Don’t get too used to it, man. I’m about to ram your ass raw,” Mickey teases and then, in direct contrast to his words, tenderly covers Ian’s body with his own, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses all over his neck and cheek, all the while his dick keeps vigorously nudging at Ian’s entrance, almost to the point of pushing inside.

Ian winces. “You using any lube at all?” he shoots over his shoulder.

“No need,” Mickey says before he drops another soft kiss on Ian’s shoulder. “I’m precomin’ like a motherfucker.”

“I still think you’re gonna need to use lube. Like all the lube.”

“Okay,” Mickey concedes with a nibble to Ian’s earlobe. “All the lube,” he repeats mockingly as he pushes up, reaching across the bed for the small bottle of lube lying in the crease of the covers. “Fuckin’ pussy.”

He lubes himself up and slips a finger into Ian’s ass, then adds another, preparing him hastily. Satisfied, he then moves to lie down on Ian’s back again, his chin resting on his shoulder blade as he starts working himself in in a jerky back-and-forth motion.

“Okay?” he checks after a second, looking closely at Ian’s profile for any signs of pain.

Ian nods, his voice a little strained as he says, “Slow. Slow.”

Mickey goes slow, still kissing and licking over Ian’s skin, and soon, they’re moving together in an unhurried rhythm, which is so much different from how this whole thing started not even ten minutes ago, with play-fighting and Mickey bent in half.

It feels like love—the bullshit movie kind of love. And as sickeningly pleasant as that is, it’s not enough for Mickey, because he can’t reach Ian too well from this position, which makes his frustration spike.

“Okay,” he commands as he eases himself off. “Flip over so we can make out.”

Ian snorts at the sudden instruction but rolls to his back without another word, his legs unceremoniously opening wide to let Mickey on top of him.

“Such a sap,” Ian comments, gasping as Mickey pushes back inside him and brushes him off with a muttered yeah yeah.

The love-making interlude turns into fucking almost instantly. Mickey gets one hand on the nape of Ian’s neck, bringing him closer to kiss him hard and thorough, swallowing his moans, and snakes his other hand in between their bodies to jerk him off.

When he pauses for breath, Ian takes the opportunity to tweak his nipple, and Mickey’s eyes turn dark.

He shuffles back and roughly grabs Ian by his thighs, slamming into him at a new, punishing pace.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Ian moans. “Like that.”

“Yeah? Gonna come for me?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Ian breathes into the erratic snaps of Mickey’s hips. “Kiss me.”

With the triple sensation of Mickey’s dick against his prostate, the hand on his cock, and the tongue brushing against his, Ian comes between their bodies.

Tiredly, he watches as Mickey carefully pulls out and starts wanking off. Ian knows he’s close, so he lets him do his thing, but when more than a minute passes and Mickey still hasn’t finished, Ian knows something’s wrong.

“Need some help?” he offers with a small smile before he takes his own spent dick and pumps it lightly, giving Mickey a little show.

“… No.”

“Kinda looks like you do, is all.”

“Think I know how to beat one off, thanks,” Mickey rebuffs the suggestion stubbornly, his eyes fixed on the bead of come sliding down from the tip of Ian’s cock.

But Ian knows better than to listen to his bullshit, which is why he wets his forefinger and then reaches over and sticks it into Mickey’s ass.

It only takes three well-aimed strokes of Ian’s finger after that for Mickey to buck his hips and ejaculate all over his fist and Ian’s lower belly.

When he finally comes down from the haze of his orgasm, Mickey blows out a heavy sigh and lazily grins at Ian, his eyes glinting as he says, “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Ian assures him as he wipes his finger on the covers.

He tugs at Mickey’s forearm, and Mickey follows willingly, collapsing on the bed beside him with the grace of a stack of logs.

“You’re such a fucking bottom,” Ian tells him in a low growl as he pulls him into a tight side-hug.

Mickey laughs weakly into his neck. “Says the guy whose prostate I just milked.”

“That you did.” Ian hums contently, his palms running in soothing patterns over Mickey’s arms and back. “Dinner?”

“Yes, please.”

“It’s your turn to make it, you know.”

“Fuck that. I already did all the work here.”

Ian twists back ever so slightly, just enough to get the point across, and gives Mickey a look of mock outrage. “Oh, you did, huh? Well, guess what? Topping doesn’t exclude you from dinner duties.”

“That’s a stupid fuckin’ rule.”

“I know. It’s your rule.”

Mickey lets out a long, exasperated groan. “God damn it, fine. I’m lying in a wet spot, anyway,” he grumbles as he heaves himself off the bed. “Think there are still some ramen noodles left.”

“Mmm, love it when you spoil me.”

“Shut up, man.” Mickey stops to give his thigh a smack. “And go wash up. No dirty dicks at the dinner table.”

“That a new rule?” Ian asks amusedly.

“Hell fuckin’ yeah. We got manners and shit in this house,” Mickey replies, and Ian watches him scratch his ass as he pads out of the bedroom.

[mishervellous]

Ummm ok I can't let the Iggy fic end like this. He wasn't at the wedding, and in my head he's probably in prison for something. What happens when he gets out and hangs with married gallavich for the first time?

Y’ALL. I’m so sorry this took me so long, the Iggy inspo left my body at some point and I couldn’t get myself to write anything 😭 hope this is a satisfying enough ending to this little saga 💙

(also there’s a bug where it repeats the first paragraph after the cut grrrrr I hate Tumblr with a burning passion)

I - II - III - IV

It was a beautiful day out—it’s what everyone always says about what always turns out to be a pretty shitty day overall.

The kid that’s being released with him today is crying in his ma’s arms like he’s five the moment they get through the last gate.

Iggy gets it—that thrilling feeling that comes with your newly found freedom. But enjoy your hug, and your civilian’s clothes with some dignity, for fuck’s sake.

Not wasting any time in lighting up a two years old, dry as fuck smoke, he sits his ass on the bus bench right outside, looking around the deserted dusty road.

Not wasting any time in lighting up a two years old, dry as fuck smoke, he sits his ass on the bus bench right outside, looking around the deserted dusty road.

A loud horn echoes a few feet away. It catches his attention, making him squint against the sunshine in its direction.

A pale hand is hanging out of the car window, in a gesture that Iggy thinks is probably a middle finger. He doesn’t recognize the black Metris, but when it beeps again Iggy gets up regardless, making his way towards the passenger side.

“No fucking way.” As Mickey swaps the middle finger to the hand inside the car, pointing it directly in his face, Iggy smirks. He gives a once-over to the interior, patting the car door. “Fuck are you doing here?”

“You gonna get in or what?” Mickey sputters, sliding his Ray-bans down his nose, and regarding Iggy with an annoyed lift of his eyebrows.

Iggy hops in, not eager to be told twice. He hasn’t seen his brother in over three years, and last he had heard from him he was getting back in the can, only this time on US territory. Mickey takes off of there with a screech of tires. “You out already? Thought you were doing federal time.” Mickey shrugs. “What the fuck are you doing in Texas?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, asshole?”

Iggy doesn’t get the chance to ask any more questions, like, for example, how in the fuck did he managed to get out so early on what sounded like some pretty tough charges, or how is he allowed out of whatever state he did his time in, all because a golden beam shining bright from the steering wheel distracts him. “Holy shit, you got hitched?!”

His brother retracts the offending hand out of sight, turning his head sharply around towards him. “Jesus Christ, are you casing the damn car? Fucking magpie over here.”

“Trained eye. Who the fuck married you? A Men’s Health mag?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Iggy snickers. “Is this fucker aware you two are married?”

“I’m serious, shithead. Shut up.”

“Were you wasted in Vegas? It was a green card marriage, wasn’t it. So the utilities are cheaper.”

“Iggy, I swear to God if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m kicking you out of the car.”

Iggy chuckles again. He has to admit, he has missed his shithead of a little brother, with his short temper, and his snappiness. When they settle in a relaxed silence, with the only background noise being some asshole talking about the horoscope on the radio, he turns to look at him, at his polished wedding band. It’s not like he, and Mickey were ever the bestest of buddies, but a little heads up on a whole ass marriage would’ve been appreciated, especially because his brother had never seemed like the type to tie the knot, and shit. Iggy decides to let this slide for the time being. “It’s good to see you, man.”

Only sparing him a brief side glance, Mickey nods once. “Whatever.”

Mickey tells him a bit about the last few years then. His sentencing, the parole, his return to Chicago. He skillfully avoids any marriage talk, always so masterful in his keeping to himself bullshit—which, fair enough. But a marriage is a big deal, too big even for Mickey not to mention it ever.

“What do you want?” Iggy focuses back on his brother, scrunching up his face in confusion. Mickey just rolls his eyes, pointing at the drive-thru speaker right outside his car window. “From McDonald’s, dumbass.”

“You could get me a good quality leather shoe covered in mayo right now and I wouldn’t question it.”

Mickey leans over the speaker. “Aight, add another Big Mac. With mayo.”

When they make their way out of the parking lot, Iggy gets a chance to look inside the paper bags. He frowns at the amount of stuff Mickey has bought. “Dude, I get that I just got out of jail, but I don’t think I can down three Big Mac’s by myself without immediately shitting my pants.”

Mickey stops at a red light, turning on the left blinker with a drum of his fingers on the steering wheel. “It ain’t all for you.”

“Why?” They make a left turn into a motel’s parking lot, though Iggy’s attention is on Mickey—so he doesn’t really get a chance to look around.

“What’s with all the fucking questions?” Mickey parks the car near the back entrance to the place, turning to look at Iggy. “Because—.” But he stalls. Looks around for a moment, biting his lower lip. He looks nervous.

“Because… you’re eating for two?”

“Iggy, what in the fuck?!” Mickey slaps the back of his head hard, causing Iggy to snort. A knock on Mickey’s window stops their bickering, and when Iggy turns to look at its source—oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

Ian Gallagher is waving at them, a small smirk on his face. All these years really did a number on him, because he finally looks less like the most tired Bolthouse Farms baby carrot, and more like a real, adult-looking man. He even has a stubble, something Iggy would’ve bet money he wouldn't have been able to grow back in the day.

Then it really hits him. He magpies his way into spotting the matching wedding band on Ian’s left hand.

Holy fucking shit.

“Congrats, you’ve learned addictions. Will you get out of my fucking car now? I’m starving.”

Holy fucking mother of shit.

***

Iggy has been staring at Ian’s hand resting on Mickey’s knee for what feels like hours now. The same hand that’s sporting the shiny ring, freckled as ever, mindlessly caressing his brother’s knee, exposed by his ripped jeans. The only thing keeping him anchored to reality, apart from the insane heat of the sidewalk they’re sitting on, is the cold chocolate milkshake sweating in his right hand. He doesn’t know how Ronald got this shake so wrong it almost makes him miss the chocolate pudding they got with their Sunday chow.

Once he’s metaphorically pinched himself enough times to finally accept that he isn’t hallucinating the six foot ginger sitting with them, married to his little brother nonetheless, a series of emotions had started manifesting in Iggy’s chest, one stronger than the other.

Confusion, worry, defensiveness, anger.

And it stayed there, still sits there: anger.

Because things didn’t end so smoothly with Ian all those years ago. He still remembers their last meeting, the indifference in Ian’s eyes, and that door slammed in Iggy’s face. He remembers the months following that encounter, the low points his brother hit time, and time again because of Ian’s selfishness. He could never forget how much his brother has suffered because of him, no matter how lovey-dovey they seem to be right now.

No matter their fucking marriage.

“Ay, shithead.” Mickey shoves his shoulder hard. Iggy shoves him right back.

“What?” Iggy sputters, and when Mickey leans back, Iggy meets Ian’s eyes, looking all apologetic.

He’s seen that look before. He’s trusted that look before.

“I was just saying, I’m sorry that your first real meal is a shitty burger eaten on a sidewalk. We didn’t have time to plan an actual lunch.” Ian says, shrugging. “Picking you up was kind of an impromptu, last minute thing.”

“Who’s we in this scenario, freckles? Because this was all your half-assed plan.” Mickey bumps his knee into Ian’s. “You wanted to chauffeur him outta there. If it was for me he would’ve taken a bus like the rest of us.”

“Wait, this was your idea?” Iggy’s tone is borderline incredulous. When Ian coyly scratches the back of his neck, nodding, Iggy adds, “Why?”

“Mickey told me you were getting out today, and I just thought—why not? Our parole just ended, and I like Texas.” Ian shrugs again. He looks shy, but knowing Ian Gallagher this act doesn’t suit him one bit. He looks so different in his tone, and mannerisms it’s almost alarming. “Maybe mend our relationship a little?”

“Mend.” Iggy snorts, spitting on the tarmac between his legs. Then something hits him. “Did you say our parole?” Both Ian and Mickey nod. “You went to jail too?”

“We were in jail together.” Ian looks at Mickey, who in turn is just looking over the empty parking lot.

When Iggy just looks between them, searching for any kind of further explanation, Mickey heavily sighs. “‘Member how I got back to jail after Mexico?” Iggy nods. “Yeah, well. This one got himself into trouble, and I got in too to make sure he didn’t get his ass handed to him there. Literally—ouch! The fuck was that for?!”

As they bicker, and push at each other, Iggy lets that statement sink in. And then because he can’t shut the fuck up, and he apparently smoked his last brain cell to death with that shitty contraband weed, he asks, “Was this because of the letter?”

To his credit, Iggy knows he’s fucked up the moment the words leave his mouth. And he also knows there is no way in hell he can take that back, or pull an alternative explanation out of his ass in time to save this.

Mickey turns to look at him, frowning. Ian is the one staring over the parking lot now, all tensed up.

“What are you talking about?” Mickey asks. The question catches Ian’s attention too, and now even the redhead is looking puzzled. Shit, shit, shit. “What letter?”

“What do you mean what letter?” Ian asks back, blocking the sunshine with his hand, and squinting his own confused frown Mickey’s way.

They exchange a silent conversation while looking at each other, and Iggy is about to excuse himself to the bathroom, and book it the fuck out of there from its window when they both turn to look at him, various degrees of disbelief, and anger as they speak in unison like those weird twins from The Shining.

“Iggy?!”

Once you’re cornered by Jack and Jill there’s little you can do to save your ass. There’s no attempt at changing the topic that can spare him from having this conversation.

It’s been a long time, and he doesn’t remember a lot—except for the intense feeling of hatred he felt towards Ian, and the need to preserve, and protect his brother that had overcome him in that moment.

And the fact that he would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

When he’s done explaining everything, there’s a moment of pointed silence passing as they both take in the whole thing—Iggy ripping up the letter, there being a letter in the first place—before Mickey abruptly stands up, facing them. “So, let me get this straight.” He points an accusatory finger at Ian. “You wrote to me and didn’t think of telling me this whole time.” When Ian starts protesting, Mickey just points that same finger at Iggy, cutting his husband off. “And you ripped the letter up because—because of what? You thought I couldn’t handle it, like I’m some kind of fucking pussy?”

There’s more to it than that, but that pretty much sums it up. Mickey had to be there, in Iggy’s shoes, to understand why he did what he did. But he can’t tell him that, so Iggy just nods.

Mickey is practically fuming,

“Mick, I thought you had read it—,”

“Bullshit! I told you I hadn’t heard from you in almost a year, and it didn’t occur to you to fucking tell me?!”

“Mickey, it’s—,”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Ay, this is on me.” Iggy chimes in. Mickey looks at him all red in the face, you don’t fucking say etched onto his features. “But look—everything worked out in the end, right?”

Right. Given how Mickey’s complexion is reaching hues of red Iggy had only ever seen in cartoons before, that definitely wasn’t the best thing to say at this moment.

Mickey paces the space between their parked van, and the sidewalk in circles for a while, fists clenched tightly at his sides. He then beelines for the back door, screaming over his shoulder, “Fuck both of you!”

Iggy instinctively goes to stand up in order to follow him, but Ian has scooted closer to him by then, and is now grabbing onto his arm, keeping him in place. “Let’s give him some space. We’d just get punched now.”

Nodding, Iggy parks his ass right back onto the sidewalk.

A somewhat awkward silence settles between them. Iggy can tell Ian is still tense, and there’s something akin to disappointment dressing the features of his slightly sunburnt face.

Iggy fidgets with his worn out jeans for a second, before sighing. “Look, I’m sorry man. Shouldn't have done that.” Ian does look at him, one of his eyes closed against the scorching sun. “The shit you did to him though, I—He was doing better. I couldn’t.” I couldn’t do that to him.

Ian averts his gaze, staring at the road ahead. After a beat of silence, one where Iggy thinks he should just get up, and call it a fucking day, Ian speaks. “I get why you did it. I hurt him a whole lot. You were just trying to protect him. I would’ve probably done the same thing.”

Iggy hesitates for a second, but he ultimately nods. He knows he did the right thing given the circumstances, but he can’t help but feel like an intruding piece of shit for it.

“Look, you’re right. It all worked out in the end.” Ian shrugs, scratching the tip of his sneaker. “Honestly, I’m kinda glad with how it all went down. Shit happened between that letter and us meeting again in jail—it was bad for a while. I wouldn’t have been able to give him anything but more hurdles back then.” He looks at Iggy. Nods his way. “So it was shitty, but I’m glad it all went how it did.” Then he adds, “But you mess with my husband’s correspondence again, I will kick your ass.”

My husband.

Iggy Milkovich has, mostly against his will really, seen every iteration of Ian Gallagher there is, enough to last him a lifetime or two. He’s seen him in every season of his life, at the heights, and at the lows; he’s wanted to call him names for how goofy he looked at fifteen, kick him out of his house on more than one occasion, lend a hand he sometimes so desperately needed to try, and make it better, and punch his smug face so hard it would be bound to break something somewhere.

He’s seen it all of this kid, he’s seen it reflected crystal clear in his little brother too—the same little brother he couldn’t protect from most of the unspeakably horrible things they had to endure in their lifetime.

But somehow, despite everything, the anger, and worry are now gone.

All he sees when he looks at Ian Gallagher is Mickey’s husband. What he ultimately always imagined his brother’s life partner would look like.

“Aight, Chuck Norris. I got it.”

And though Ian will forever be on Iggy’s shit list—on principle, given how they are now technically brothers, and give each other shit is what brothers do—he knows everything will be okay.

Looking at Ian going into the motel to check on Mickey, this time Iggy believes it too.

[littlespoonevan]

Okay I was having some thoughts and I wanted to share, since I know we're into a lot of the same shows. I was thinking about why I'm always way more drawn to ships who have drawn out story lines and sometimes don't get together for several seasons, if they even do get together (buddie, gallavich, etc).

I always have a hard time connecting to pairings who get together fast and quick and there's not much build up or storytelling before it. Especially in movies, where you only have at most two hours for it all. Like where did all the feelings come from? But with like gallavich and buddie, we see exactly where their love started, how it grows and continues, their hardships, etc. We see where all of the feelings came from and it wasn't just tossed at them quickly so that they could get together.

I was thinking about this bc I recently started a new show where by season 4, the main ship hasn't gotten together yet, but it looks like they're going to. And I was just like yes! That's what I love! People who've grown together and loved together for so long! Growth and development! It's so much more satisfying and makes more sense to me.

Okay this was way longer than I thought it was going to be and I'm tired, so goodnight! I'm pretty sure it's morning for you, but still 💕

anon, i'm so with you!! 💗 i think, as a society, we've almost moved away from the will they-won't they plot?? in part, because binge-watching has just become so much more prevalent than a serialised show you watch on a week to week basis.

but tbh, when i think of the shows/ships that had the biggest stronghold on me, it's absolutely the ones where i've been tearing my hair out just waiting to see if the characters will finally get together. even if you Know they will, it's the when that gets you.

and you're so right that it can be even more enjoyable when you're able to pinpoint the moment where it changes for the characters!! where you can see the friendship or flirtation or rivalry end and the love begin :'))

i think it's one of those things where shows moved away from it as a concept bc it got done to death there for a while (and then combine that with streaming services dropping a season in one sitting). but when it's done right??? and when it's given the care and attention it deserves??? delicious. let's bring it back!!!

[dreamylyfe-x]

Reactions: 11x06: Do Not Go Gently... (etc)

You know, I was going to do one of these for 11x05 and then I got so mad about the “Pollack” thing that I just couldn’t. 

Shameless is such a challenging show in so many ways... because there is a lot of cringe a lot of the time and I am a delicate flower about those things. But... I do love it and so much of its strengths at this point are the performers and just the length of time we have been with these characters. And sometimes you really see that, and sometimes you frustratingly don’t, but this episode was much more the former than the latter. 

I’m going talk about Carl right off the jump when I thought I was going to avoid talking about it at all because... not a topic I enjoy. If you don’t enjoy, I will keep it all in this bullet so it’s really skipable. I will see where I eventually land on it, because I am wary -- lots of bad consent on this show over the year and very little longterm exploration and all. But. I have seen a lot of sexual assault storylines over the years. I can’t readily remember if I’ve ever seen someone on a TV show have that moment where they feels weird, tell someone why, and get someone emphatically tell them that they’re right to feel weird, because they’ve been violated. That is something that is so common in life. I have unfortunately had more than one conversation with someone that took exactly that trajectory. There is so often this period of shock and uncertainty and people will then use that against people to demonstrate how they couldn’t POSSIBLY have been hurt. If they were going to tell a story about a sexual assault, I’m glad they did this -- something that they set up like “this is grey!” and then have Debbie say “It’s not grey. It’s a crime.” Weird to them basically SMASHCUT to a totally new topic but I will swing back around to that. 

I like Debbie best with Sandy so this was a rough one for me with her. 

Frank: WTF, why do I care about Frank’s story? They’ve set this up all season so it’s not a surprise, but... I dunno. Frank is awful. But he’s also an addict. And the thing I will always have empathy for on the topic of addiction is the way it can steal your life. What’s happening to Frank is scary and a direct result of an addiction which we have pretty much never seen him try to get out from under in any meaningful way. He has lost his life to it -- his potential, his relationships, his children -- and now he’s losing his mind. Just. Fuck. 

Speaking of: Lip. WTF are you doing? I feel like, by the end of the episode, they’d made it clear that Lip is acting out. That he’s angry and frustrated and it’s making him do stupid and destructive things that aren’t actually going to add up to ANYTHING good for him. Which... Kinda classic of Lip. But those moments where Mickey is looking at him and is the voice of reason ... I mean, I love that. But Lip. That’s not a great look for you. 

Once again, V’s story just sorta weird? Like active shooter drills being a replacement for gym class... Um.  Wait. What is this story about, exactly? Gun violence or school funding? Or both? What are we doing? 

Liam: Stop going to Carl with your problems. Christian: I love what you’re doing. Because boy do I feel Liam’s terror. And I’ll come back to that, too. 

Gallavich! It was a Gallavich story where the focus was on MICKEY. Just... Wow. I literally didn’t think that was going to be a thing this year. We love to see it. 

Mickey helping Lip rob Born Free... There are a lot of blanks in all of that, but he seemed quite integral to the operation, Ian clearly knew it was going down and Mickey seems to have primarily seen it as a way to do a thing for family. I love the Lip and Mickey relationship -- I love the history of it. I love that they’ve known each other since grade school and are completely different kinds of alphas. Lip has always had being the smartest in his back pocket, but Mickey often leaves him speechless by just being the most fearless. I love how there’s always been a bit of begrudging respect (and on Lip’s side, maybe a bit of sympathy) there and I love that the show let us have a moment where Mickey is going out to help Lip do crime and then coming back to the house with donuts for everybody. Just. Beyond my wildest dreams for season 11. 

Speaking of “beyond my wildest dreams” -- that there would be some decent level of complexity with Mickey and Terry. I think a lot of that complexity was left up to Noel to convey -- but that’s a choice they’re making and I think it’s the right one. I loved Ian observing that this was the most Mickey ever talked about Terry, because that seems true. It’s a little nod, too, to when Ian desperately WANTED Mickey to talk about Terry and the fact that Ian has, for years, accepted that Mickey won’t. It’s in character for Mickey not to want to SAY a lot about his dad, and it’s also just a true fact that the writers can give Noel a non-verbal moment (or five) and get us as the audience what we need to understand about where Mickey is at. And that’s history, too. Because we have watched Noel let the audience see Mickey’s heart through nothing but his facial expression for 10 of 11 seasons. 

One of those Milkoviches looks a lot like Jody, so that was weird. 

So one of my less popular Shameless opinions is that it makes sense that Mickey is involved with Terry in season 10. For many reasons I won’t get into here, but one of them is just that... people who have been abused by their parents do tend to have some kind of relationship with those parents. Most of that is just the fact that Terry -- while being absolutely horrific -- is still Mickey’s father. And Mickey clearly struggles to completely shrug that off. He struggles with it in seasons 3 and 4, and he struggles with it now. He understands that he has every right. But. Mickey isn’t Terry. And that’s going to make it harder for Mickey to completely shut that door. Since Mickey actually DOES have empathy. 

Ok -- everyone has and will say what I’m about to say, which is just: The scene on the couch was amazing. Being take care of is such a loaded issue for Ian. It was loaded enough that it broke them up in season 10. Ian might talk about being paralyzed, but he’s saying that knowing that he will have to rely on Mickey to take care of him sometimes. He knows Mickey knows that and he knows Mickey signed up for it. But it’s hard for him. I think Ian knows the answer to the question -- has to -- but he asks it to ground Mickey in the idea that they both have each other. Mickey isn’t going to end up like Terry. He isn’t going to be alone in his chair with every single member of his family satisfied to leave him on the curb in a hospital gown. 

To take a step back, this is also why I love the prior scene on the sidewalk, because that is a lot of how Ian takes care of Mickey. I reblogged Gallavictorious’s post yesterday that talked about an accusation that the fandom promotes the idea Mickey is supposed to solve Ian’s problems. This is the show helping her rebuttal, because my gut response to that idea was “where is Mickey now if Ian hadn’t shown up and loved him the way he did?” -- and that moment on the sidewalk is an example of how that still impacts Mickey. That’s what Mickey sticks around for. To have someone standing right in front of him when he wants to do something that will blow his life up just saying “Don’t.” Like how powerful is it for Mickey to have someone care like that? Mickey doesn’t want to talk. That’s not how he wants to receive love from Ian. But I think it’s incredibly valuable and important that Mickey has someone telling him he doesn’t need to give up his life to punish his father. That Terry isn’t worth it and that Mickey’s life IS. 

Back on the couch scene tip: How exhausted must Mickey BE at this point? He’s up all night helping Lip, then he’s driving with Ian all day. Just what a long 24 hours for this guy. 

I love that Ian doesn’t chase Mickey when he gets up. That he follows, but he doesn’t seem alarmed. He seems to understand they are past the gun-to-the-forehead part of this experience. 

I also love that Ian helps him. I’ve seen several people note that this is Ian observing Mickey’s boundaries and it is. But it’s also Ian pointing out that Mickey isn’t in this alone. 

It WAS big of Mickey, Ian. I fully agree. Far beyond the call. 

I think Ian’s been wanting to tell Mickey he’s better than that all day. But this was the moment where Mickey was most going to be able to hear it. 💕

Selling the house: Well, we are really getting to the “last season of Shameless” stuff. I get where Lip is coming from, when he looks at his options. I get Debbie’s reaction. I also understand, given Ian’s day, while he is IMMEDIATELY all in. I only have one question: WHAT ABOUT LIAM???? I’m already mad at all of you for not giving that kid a hug. 

But. I mean, overall? Literally wanted to see that much Terry/Mickey stuff for years. I never thought it would get here, so I’m happy. 

But oh my God. We’re halfway done. 😳

[purplemagpie]

Vicks, I think you've probably gone through all the questions in the fanfic writer ask set, so I'm gonna ask something else instead, if that's ok:

- what's the process behind coming up with titles?

- if you were to write a historical AU, which time period would you choose for Ian and Mickey?

- fuck marry kill: slow burn, enemies to lovers, fake dating

🤗💜

hi, evie 🥰! oooh, thank you for asking 💛💫! these got a little long, sorry about that!

what's the process behind coming up with titles?

i'm usually halfway through the fic (or first chapter) when i start thinking of the title. i kinda go through what i've written and try to find 'the essence', if that makes sense? i believe in the power of a good title, but some fics are very hard to name, so many are inspired by songs

if you were to write a historical AU, which time period would you choose for Ian and Mickey?

odd choice here, but: roman empire. i love the idea of a spartacus au, with both of them as gladiators under the same dominus. fighting, sparring--maybe looking after each other after a really rough fight in the arena? or wanting to look after each other, casting worried glances when the other isn't looking? mickey getting protective when he realizes that ian's getting unwanted attention from the dominus? aaaaah, the potential ! ! ! and, of course, freedom in the end. happy ending, always (someone write a spartacus au i'm on my knees begging)

fmk: why do y'all pick all my favorites akljdaklsk i don't like it here! okay, for gallavich specifically, i'll say fuck enemies to lovers, marry slow burn, and kill fake dating. again, i love all three, but there's just something about a slow burn for me. it's the way it allows the story to breathe--how it lets things happen organically. naturally. i love the build up itself, but i also love slow burns because i think they're satisfying from a narrative perspective

[wh0lemilk0vich]

With Halloween around the corner let me tell you about one of my favorite things to write and think about, monster-boys!gallavich

CW: hard Vore (just in case under the cut)

So I loooooove monster-boys and monsterfuckers and I have this headcanon verse of vampire!Ian and were-bear/wolf! Mickey. Like I imagine them living in this huge plush mansion and Mickey basically an overgrown pet who grows and gets massively hungry around the full moon. So vamp!Ian will hunt at bars and find guys to take back and feed to big mean monster. Like the way I see it Mickey's like a big maybe 350 in human form but he has a half shifter form that's like a foot taller and fatter and then when he's fully transformed he's like a vaguely humanoid dire-bear. So Ian will let out his trapped little playthings in a hedge maze and let monster mickey chase them around and eat them up, and when he transforms back into his boy shape, he ends up really big and fat until he starts to metabolize it and get hungry for the next moon. Ian likes sex after his feedings cause Mickey's super docile and pliable and he likes to praise and reward him for being a good boy and just play with all his new blubber. (And maybe Ian starts keeping boys in a dungeon and fattening them up to be more satisfying and filling for mickey as he grows and requires more). Like this image by sweetpsuedopod