#coworkers ian and mickey

[iandarling]

Ian Gallagher is the kind of annoying guy who would get chickens and then make every part of his personality about him owning chickens

“So yesterday when I was clearing out the chicken coop…”

“My husband build me the chicken coop, he’s so talented and the chicks love it!”

“This morning when I cracked the eggs for breakfast, the ones I get from my own chickens, I had a double yolk! Isn’t that fun?”

“Oh you’re moving? That’s great…I could never move because the chickens love our garden too much”

“Debbie is baking a cake tomorrow…maybe she would like to use my eggs - I should call and ask”

“We’ve saved SO much money on owning chikens- what was that? How much it costs to run ahahah don’t ask me that, Mickey takes care those things, I only look after the chickens”

[gallavich-headcanon]

hi~

ive been in bed trying to make it through the day, and ive been struck with a vision:

ian and mickey working in a big firm, they dont know each other most they ever spoke was a casual "hello" while theyre sharing an elevator.

one day the management sends out an office-wide notice reminding everyone about work appropriate behaviour, mutual respect and so on

no one knows what caused such a note out of nowhere, the tone of it seems pretty serious if not stern. the rumours start spreading, more and more ridiculous reasons for the cause of the note making the rounds in the office

ian does his best not to actively participate, tho it is kind of fun to listen in to the newest gossip while on lunch break. he manages to stay out of it for all of two weeks - thats when he walks in on mickey peeing in their bosses plants

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honestly dont really have any idea where this would go, maybe mickey threats ian not to tell anyone? maybe he notices how flustered/shocked ian is and goes for a more flirty approach?

open for interpretation and any ideas you might have~~

xx

Ohhhh this is interesting! I thought this would go in the inappropriate relationship with other coworkers kind of route but you went inappropriate peeing in the boss’ plants HAHAHA

Hmmm I don’t know where to take it, but maybe make it a fun competition of who can fucking with the office / boss’ stuff without getting caught or causing actual harm to anyone?

just both of them being petty and annoying the shitty boss?

[rosegoldendaydream]

mickey just moving in with ian one day is so fucking funny because officially 2 people in the house (out of 5) know that ian is gay and only one of them knows that he had had a situationship with mickey so to the rest of them ian just randomly brought home this dude that tried to kill him once and then became his coworker

[mmmichyyy]

40? for the prompt

#40. "am i your husband or your taxi service?"

the first time it happens, mickey doesn't think much of it.

can you pick me up after my shift? too tired to take the L

when mickey is near the station, he parks the van a block away. force of habit from when he and his brothers used to sneak up and collect from people who owed terry money. plus, he doesn't particularly want ian's coworkers to see their stolen ambulance, even though it's completely unrecognizable after debbie helped them revamp the entire thing and paint over it with the logo sandy designed.

here

i don't see you

i'm parked a block away

pick me up at the station

your legs don't work?

i'm tired :(

i drove the van

it's fine no one will be able to tell lol

mickey rolls his eyes and drops his phone in the cupholder. as he pulls up across the street from the station, he sees ian standing on the curb, chatting with someone wearing a matching EMT uniform, a shorter man with tan skin and curly hair.

mickey honks once, a bit impatient since he's hungry as fuck and there's a large pizza he ordered earlier waiting for them at their apartment. ian lifts his head and smiles. as he waves goodbye to his coworker and jogs over to the van, mickey doesn't miss the way the dude is gaping at mickey with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

the hell is this guy's problem?

"everything okay?" mickey asks, once ian buckles his seatbelt and reclines his seat.

"just tired." ian yawns. "had a long shift today."

"well," mickey puts the van in drive, reaching over the center console to ruffle ian's hair, promptly forgetting ian's weird coworker, "i already ordered a pizza so we can eat then turn in early."

ian smiles sleepily and interlaces his fingers with mickey's. "you're the best husband ever."

mickey shakes his head, biting back a smile. "sappy fucker."

*

after almost two weeks of ian asking to be picked up, mickey suspects something is up. not that he minds or anything, since he makes his own schedule nowadays. after the security business started turning a profit and ian went back to being an emt, he hired a couple of guys to drive the routes so he could work from home and catch up on admin work, freeing up a lot of time in his day to day.

but ian never used to mind the commute. he's the kind of long-legged freak who liked to take the scenic route and go on long runs in the morning, just for fun. absolutely deranged behaviour, in mickey's opinion. but lately, ian has been flashing his kicked-puppy eyes and asking to be chauffeured like a pampered prince and, well. mickey could never resist spending more time with his husband, so he hasn't said anything. not yet, anyway. god he's so whipped.

the excuses ian came up with, however, were more unbelievable as it went on, ranging from the train broke down (mickey knew for a fact it didn't), to spraining his elbow (though he had no problem throwing mickey on the bed later that night with his supposedly injured arm), to how it was going to rain later (it was sunny all day without a cloud in sight).

when mickey tried to call him out on his bullshit, ian either got down on his knees or flipped mickey over and fucked him senseless into the bed, promptly making mickey forget what the hell he was trying to say.

it's gotten to the point where ian stopped making excuses and simply asked mickey to come get him. which truthfully, mickey doesn't mind at all. but he just finds it odd how his beefy athletic husband had gotten so lazy.

"what's with you?" mickey finally asks one day, as ian climbs into the passenger seat.

ian blinks innocently. "what do you mean, dear husband of mine?"

mickey rolls his eyes. "am i your husband or your fuckin' taxi driver? 'cause i've been picking your ass up every day for the past two weeks when you have two perfectly functioning legs."

ian huffs, crossing his arms. "maybe i just want to spend more time with you."

"we live together," mickey points out flatly, "how much more time do you need?"

"i–"

a tap on the glass interrupts them, and mickey turns to see a woman with brown hair tied back in a ponytail, enthusiastically gesturing at him to roll down the window.

"the fuck?" mickey turns to ian, whose face has turned slightly pink. "did you forget something at the station?"

"ah, no." ian scratches his head sheepishly. "sue is just being... sue."

sue waves her hand again and mickey reluctantly lowers the window.

"mickey, this is sue, my supervisor, and sue, this is–"

"the elusive husband." sue grins. "i've heard a lot about you, mickey."

mickey raises his brow. "have you now."

"oh sure," she says, ignoring ian's frantic head shaking, "ian won't shut up about you, yapping on and on about mickey this and mickey that. we're all jealous at the station actually, everyone just complains about their partners while ian keeps gushing about how perfect and amazing his husband is. his words."

"huh." that explains a lot, actually, why there was always someone different waiting with ian every time he came to pick him up, and why they all stared at him like a circus freak. "well, i bet ian didn't tell you the time we stole an ambu–"

"okay," ian cuts in loudly, reaching over to turn the key in the ignition, "we're leaving. i'll see you tomorrow, sue."

"come to the company picnic next month," sue calls out. "it's a potluck and everyone is bringing their family. it'll be fun!"

"uh sure," mickey says, even though a social gathering with ian's nosy coworkers sounds like the least fun thing he's ever heard of. he looks over at ian, slumped in his seat, avoiding mickey's eyes. "I'll check my schedule."

once mickey drives around the corner, he playfully flicks his finger at ian's temple and ian rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"you yap about me to your coworkers," mickey teases. "you're so fuckin' whipped."

"whatever," ian grumbles. "stupid sue calling me out."

"is that why you keep asking me to pick you up?" mickey asks, amused. "to parade me around like a little show dog?"

"well, eduardo blabbed to everyone he saw you, then everyone kept asking about you and wanted to see you in person, so..."

"hm." mickey reaches over and brushes his thumb over ian's palm. "what do you say about me?"

ian links their fingers together and sighs. "that you're attentive. funny. caring. protective. loyal. the ideal man."

mickey laughs. "you're really overselling me here, gallagher. did you forget i'm an ex-convict, pimp and drug dealer?"

ian waves him off and continues. "kind. loving. perfect in every single way, except when you leave your socks on the floor. oh and that you're hot as hell with an ass that won't quit."

"you talked about my ass?"

"okay, i didn't say the last part," ian amends, "your ass belongs to just me. but i meant everything else i said."

"you really are a sappy fucker."

"you love it."

"i'd love it even more if i didn't have to be your chauffeur every day, at least they get paid to drive back and forth."

"you come with me to the picnic, i'll pay you with favours in bed. i'll even throw in a big tip."

"a big tip, huh..."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 21

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

I actually really like writing this, for some reason? You can totally imagine Mickey in the readers place, its why I haven’t used y/n in this one.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

The exhale that left Ian was shaky, his chest shuddering as he puffed out the breath he had been holding for a little too long in anticipation. His arms had been tied to the headboard of your shared bed, his clothes having been removed in quite a hurry when you two got home. Ever since you guys had gotten your own apartment away from his family, your intimate life had only unfolded further than before.

In the past you two didn’t have any time to experiment, since Ian had shared a room with his siblings his entire life, and your family had a habit of just barging in or even kicking down the door if it was locked. It had started with the two of you fucking all over the apartment, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, on the floor of the foyer, the list went on, there wasn’t a single point in your apartment that hadn’t been christened.

After that you guys started exploring different things, different kinks you’d both had an interest in but never got the chance to try. You had a sizable number of toys for this exact reason, even rope made specifically for bondage, said rope woven around Ian’s wrists and the headboard.

One of the kinks Ian had really wanted to try was waxplay, but you had always been a bit unsure, not wanting to burn him on accident. Ian, being who he was, started researching the subject and later on presented you with Soy candles made for waxplay. They were a deep green and unscented, and you knew for a fact Ian had picked that colour since it would look good dripped all over his freckled body.

He didn’t have as many freckles as he used too, having seemingly grown out of it, but during the summer some would still appear all over his face and torso. Sitting on his hips you could truly appreciate those few freckles, an almost taunting grin twitching onto your lips as you ground down against Ian’s naked cock.

You were still in your boxers, it was kind of a power thing, as Ian normally topped and was the one in charge, so something as small as leaving your own clothes on as he was stark naked as the day he was born, helped to put him in the right headspace.

He was already had, probably had gone around with a half chub all day since you had mumbled in his ear that morning that you wanted to use the candles when he got home. That was why he had been so fast to throw off his clothes, leaving a trail of it leading towards your bedroom, where he had thrown himself onto the bed and folded his arms above his head like a well-trained soldier following orders.

You could tell how giddy Ian was as he almost wiggled underneath you, his breath catching when you started running your hands up and down his torso, squeezing his pecs with an appreciative hum before you pinched at his abs, causing them to tighten as Ian gave a soft gasp.

A couple of candles were burning on the bedside table, you had lit them a few minutes before he got home, wanting to take your time before they’d melted enough to be used. As you waited, you took the time to appreciate your lovers’ body, leaning down to nip and bite at his skin, sucking hickeys against his pale neck and chest, ignoring the half-hearted grumble from Ian telling you not to leave hickeys where his coworkers could see.

You knew he didn’t mean it, especially as his cock throbbed against you, already twitching and slick with precum. Wanting to see it, you lifted your hips enough for his hard length to almost bounce against his tight stomach, a tiny pool of precum already gathering between his abs as he huffed when you sat back down on his thighs.

Unable to resist, you reached down and gave the underside of his cock a small pinch, not meant to hurt, but enough to be felt. His hips would have jumped off the bed if you weren’t sitting on him, a grunted noise leaving his clenched teeth as he furrowed his brows in a way you knew meant he was trying to still look like he was somewhat in charge of it all.

You tsked and almost cruelly rubbed your pad of your thumb against his tip, using your other hand to hold his cock still as you switched from your thumb to your palm, moving in quick movements that had a slick noise filling the room as his hips gave a hard jump upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

Ian groaned as his eyes rolled as his lids fluttered, his teeth digging into that delicious bottom lip of his as he tried to contain the higher pitched noises wanted to rip from his throat. His legs jolted against the bed as you gave a harder squeeze around his circumcised head, giving it one last slow cruel stroke before you released it, his length falling back against his stomach with a wet slap.

Ian’s eyes fluttered open as your weight shifted, his breath catching as he saw you grabbing one of the candles off of the bedside table, almost holding his breath in anticipation as you sat back on his thighs once more, now holding the lit candle.

He audibly gulped as you blew out the candle, your free hand settling on his lower stomach as you reached up, holding the candle above his shuttering chest. Ian’s eyes were wide, he looked almost starved as his nostrils flared when he finally remembered to breathe. His eyes tracked the melted wax collecting at the lid of the candle as you turned it, his cock twitching and drooling another drop of white against his stomach.

He didn’t make much noise as you poured the first of the wax against his shaved chest, the streak of dark green standing out starkly against his pale skin. But you could tell from the way his eyes fluttered that he enjoyed it, his inhale sounding a little more rushed than before as his arms flexed against his bindings.

And so, the act continued as you kept pouring melted wax against his torso, even streaking a bit of it up his neck but never getting too close to his face for safety reasons. The colour of the wax lightened somewhat as it dried across his torso, His shuddering becoming more visible the more hot wax you flicked across his body.

Finally, as you grabbed the third and last candle, did he start making audible noise, small huffs and tiny moans leaving him as you painted a line of wax across his nipple, starting to feel more confident in the movements. A stuttered soft curse left him as you painted a line across his stomach, closer than you’d ever been before to his cock.

He looked almost wild with his wide eyes locked down on where the wax was painted across his body, it was obvious he was close as his noises rose in volume and his cock kept jolting and dripping like a broken faucet, the pool of precum on his stomach almost looking like another splash of wax.

Licking your lips, you shuffled down his thighs until you were sitting by his knees, moving where you had been holding the candle. When Ian noticed where you were holding the candle, his gasped hungrily, audible gulping as your eyes met, your eyes asking if he wanted it.

Ian couldn’t have nodded any faster, his lip quivering and deep red from where he had been biting at it. You weren’t gonna drip it right on his dick, you didn’t feel comfortable to do that, but you started dripping wax near it. On his stomach near the tip, downwards on his abdomen beside his length, the flashes of heat from the wax leaving Ian keening as his legs grew more and more restless.

One line of wax across the inside of his thigh seemed to be what kicked off over the edge, white shooting from his tip and covering the layer of green wax covering his torso, the white standing out starkly against the deep green. His legs twitched and jolted under you, but he wasn’t able to move them too much as you were still seated on him, but the huffed moans that left him made it clear just how much he enjoyed it.

Putting the candle away to the side, you rubbed your hands across the outer side of his thighs as he laid there shivering and twitching softly, basking in the flash of orgasm for as long as possible, before he went limp against the bed, his eyes shut and mouth open as he breathed softly.

You leaned down to kiss his wax covered chest before you got to your feet, undoing the bindings holding his arms in place as you kissed his forehead, letting him softly grab the back of your head to pull you into a slow and deep kiss. You mumbled against his lips that you’d be right back, meeting his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss, his pupils blown wide and expression soft and so in love it almost made your teeth ache.

As you grabbed what you needed to clean up your shared experience from the bathroom, you couldn’t help but decide it hadn’t been as bad as you thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, and seeing how Ian had reacted you most definitely wanted to do it again, and you had a feeling Ian wouldn’t have anything against that either.

[em-harlsnow]

why did fiona just not bat an eye at mickey coming into the house saying ‘ian here?’ and going straight upstairs when she knew NOTHING about them except Mickey being the neighbourhood thug, mickey wanting to beat ian up, mickey successfully beating lip up and being his coworker???????

[redwiccanrobin]

Hearing that a gay man was in charge of the “who’s the man and who’s the woman in this relationship” argument between Ian and Mickey honestly makes the conflict even worse. It almost felt like it was made to virtue signal to straight audiences rather than provide a realistic look into the life of a gay married couple living on the South Side. And, on top of that, it just doesn’t make sense for them to be worrying about this kind of stuff.

I could see Mickey potentially trying to look at their relationship through a heteronormative lens due to his trauma. He had a father who didn’t just say off color remarks about gay people every now and again, but was full blown aggressive in his homophobia. He beat Mickey to a bloody pulp when he came out. He told Mickey that he would kill him if he married Ian. Then, on his wedding day, the man pulls up with guns ready to fulfill that promise. If it wasn’t for Ian’s siblings, Kev and V, and the kids Ian met through Trevor, there would not have been a wedding. So, I can see internalized homophobia trying to frame he and Ian’s relationship as one would do an m/f couple. But if we were going the route of in character reactions, Ian would probably tell him it’s a stupid thing to be concerned about.

And speaking of Ian… why the fuck would he care? This argument was brought up because Ian’s coworkers decided to ask him what his role is in his marriage. It obviously bothered him about it greatly as he brought it up to Mickey which commenced in them fighting over it. But, like I said, this doesn’t make sense. Ian has always been very comfortable with his attraction towards men. He’s always been very comfortable with being gay and wanting to be in a gay relationship. In terms of internalized homophobia? It never seemed like it was this big stressor in Ian’s life or thoughts. So why would he be trying to put his marriage in a box that he knows doesn’t fit?

[heymrspatel]

okay for your entertainment, chani and i were brainstorming earlier and here's a scenario we crafted: AU where mickey is a florist, across the street from his little flower shop a craft brewery moves in and opens up a bar and restaurant. ian is a bartender who gets a job at the new bar. one day before opening, his employers send him out to buy some fresh flowers for the tables in the restaurant. ian naturally wanders into the little shop right across the street and meets mickey for the first time. mickey is intrigued by the sweet friendly redheaded bartender so he starts going over to get a beer at the bar after he closes up shop every evening. ian is enamored with the rough-around-the-edges dark-haired florist, so he volunteers every chance he gets to go buy fresh flowers for the restaurant tables for the excuse to keep going into mickeys shop.

uuhhhmm...yeah and then eventually they bang. ✨🌸🍺✨

deanna deanna deannaaaa! i love this so fucking much! i also love the little twist of mickey being the florist and ian being the bartender! i feel like typically you'd see them the other way around. but mickey? arranging little bouquets and cutting flower stems?! yes please!

imagine ian going over to get flowers and mickey telling him that his favorite flowers are currently in bloom? "those blue ones over there, they're gorgeous." ian being immediately smitten by this rough tattooed guy showing him lilies. and ian's never given any thought to what his favorite flowers may be, but he can't deny that they're beautiful. blue. bright. breathtaking. like mickey's eyes. he ends up buying a bunch of them, completely going over budget, and bringing them into the bar. thinking on the way that they might look out of place until he sets them down. seeing, realizing, that they fit right in.

mickey coming in every night and pausing a bit by the door. just looking at the bartender expertly mixing and pouring drinks. smiling that megawatt smile at his customers. and, yea, of course they're fawning over him. those arms flexing as he pumps the shaker and bops his head to the music. goddamn! he strides over and hops on a stool down the bar, near the end, next to a vase of lilies. ian catching a glimpse and that smile he's been sporting grows wider. reaching his eyes in a way that's intoxicating. how can mickey possibly look away? so, he gives him a little nod, his face reflecting a matching grin. goofy and smitten.

ian finishing serving his customer and giving the bar a little rap. a *tap tap* with his knuckles. his coworker looking over and shooting an endeared eyeroll in his direction. they switch places. ian immediately going to station himself near mickey. pouring a beer along the way - he knows what mickey likes now. strolling, handing it over with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes.

they stand there for a few beats, not saying a word. unable to look away from each other. and then:

"the flowers look good, man."

"yea, they do. they brighten up the place."

not once looking away. and they both feel it. the pull. the magnetism.

yea.

this is the start. this is it.

their wedding will be full of lilies.

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

🤍 Miracle on Naperville Road ❄️🤍

Rating: Teen Word-count: 3,900 words Additional Tags: coworkers, friends to lovers, flirting, mistletoe, wine, first kiss, sexual tension, ian doesn’t know how to spell the word “bidet” ❤️ commission for @gardenerian, who is gifting this to @gallawitchxx! you guys are so cute ily! merry xmas! ❤️

Summary: Mickey’s known for a while now that he and Ian are closer than coworkers really should be. There’s something there between them - it’s obvious - their timing has just always been off. But this year, the Christmas party at their rich boss’s house feels different. Important. Destined. Ian and his ex are freshly split. And Mickey’s just made sure he’s single too.

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[swiftfootedachilles]

you wanted more asks, so I'm here to deliver!

-favorite gallavich canon scenes?

-what are some favorite headcanons for them that you have? missing scenes, what ifs, etc.

-favorite characters besides gallavich?

-storyline you would have liked to seen/favorite storyline that the show did well?

-favorite fic tropes that make you just go fuckin feral?

-five things you think needed to be fixed/changed/improved about the show? gallavich related or just in general, dealer's choice

😘😘😘

rubbing my greasy paws together getting ready to type out an essay

ummmm uh okay lemme think.... the s1 juvie scene (CLASSIC!!!), all their scenes working at the kash n grab together, mickey finding ian and taking him home, club kiss, like all of South Side Rules pre-sammi fucking everything up, dock scene, literally all of their s7 scenes tbh, prison reunion scene, "I WANNA BE WITH YOU" "you dont get to be," mickey wasting his break getting noodles in the food court for ian instead of making ian get his own lunch, fiance shenanigans, "i only make toast for husbands with jobs," STEALING THE AMBULANCE AND MICKEY GETTING SO TURNED ON THEY IMMEDIATELY HAVE TO FUCK AND MICKEYS KNEES BUCKLES WHEN IAN PUSHES HIM AGAINST THE AMBULANCE, coworker husband shenanigans, "youre such a fucking barbarian" "thank you☺️," being SOOOO cute at their anniversary party together. so honestly all of their scenes

i love all the deleted scenes i literally need the show editors to go to prison for what theyve done. i especially love the original scripts for the s5 deleted sex scene/ians dream and their s5 breakup. favorite headcanons are autistic!mickey, casual D/s dynamics, not-so-casual D/s dynamics, 🏳️‍⚧️trans gallavich🏳️‍⚧️, hobby artist!mickey, ian becoming the new vee of their neighborhood (ghetto nurse!ian), annoyingly clingy codependent!gallavich being gross in front of everyone, s6 canon divergence where mickey doesn't go to prison bc wtaf was that, s5 canon divergence with no breakup bc that literally made no sense

ummm i love liam hes the true golden child. mandy. uh ethel i would've LOVED to see more of, and the other milkovich siblings. sheila. karen was a REALLY complex character that never really got more than surface-level analysis from the show writers. debbie and her journey as a child obviously struggling with bpd. i do like carl turning his life around and kinda fulfilling many of the dreams ian had growing up. i kinda wish they did more with kev than just "haha kentucky appalachian guy is stupid" like that whole family reunion arc of his was so fucking weird and honestly embarrassing of the writers. also we..... never really learn about vee's family? theres a whole episode dedicated to meeting kevs stereotypical family, and vee gets.....becoming a believer in the american voting system??? and of course svetlana. missed opportunity after missed opportunity with her character - but hey at least they didnt kill her off like isidora wanted⁉️⁉️🥴

really really wish the writers gave a fuck about showing ian coming to terms with his trauma of being groomed and abused. he never learns that what he experienced was abuse. i feel like if caleb can call mickey abusive, then surely ian wouldve mentioned something about literally any other relationship hes had and caleb or trevor wouldve been neen like "uhhh you should see a therapist about that thats really super fucked up that you were victimized like that as a CHILD"

ohhhh the fic tropes. my #1 is always bdsm i am a bdsm gallavich truther until i DIE!!!! um i like canon divergence fics (sometimes). domestic fics. post-s11 married life. learning to grow together as a couple after being off-and-on for like a decade, autistic!mickey!!!! trans!mickey and t4t gallavich!!!! aus where ian and mickey are actually dating starting s1-3 and are out to the gallagher/mandy. uncle!gallavich shenanigans. taking liam on adventures shenanigans

OK SO. FIRST AND FOREMOST I WOULD FIX THE FUCKED UP JUDICIAL SYSTEM IN SHAMELESS fionas/mickeys/ians court shit was so fucking unrealistic and BAD. how the FUCK did fiona get like 60 days in jail + house arrest for possession of a schedule ii drug and attempted manslaughter AND STILL KEPT CUSTODY OF THE KIDS.

literally what the FUCK did mickey get charged with. did he plea? what the fuck kind of plea is 16 years when the person you assaulted ALSO ASSAULTED YOU and is also a COMPLETELY unreliable witness/victim. youre telling me he wouldnt take his chances in court? as if debbie wouldnt be the perfect witness to prove his INNOCENCE? and bianca was dead and frank wouldnt even give half a fuck to testify to seeing mickey lock sammi in the trailer. literally no proof that ever happened. no proof he drugged sammi because it was FAR too late to test her blood and see how much of each drug she had in her system. just her testimony that she drank soda then fell asleep lmao. any defense lawyer would have an easy time getting him acquitted entirely, at most getting a refusal to comply with officers and disturbing the peace for running from sammi and then trying to kick her when the cops showed up to arrest them

literally what the fuck is ians trial. HE PLEADS NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY (WHICH NO LAWYER WOULD EVER DO BECAUSE OFC HE WOULD BE FOUND GUILTY WHEN HE CHOSE TO STOP TAKING HIS MEDS) AND IS FOUND GUILTY. OF ARSON. A CLASS X FELONY IN ILLINOIS. IN THE COMMISSION OF ANOTHER FELONY (KIDNAPPING.) AND HE GETS LIKE 2 YEARS IN PRISON YOUVE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME. he could have gotten LIFE for that shit in the real world. i hate this shows pisspoor attempt at a legal system SOOOOO BAD. i stand by my belief that it wouldve made much more sense if he pled guilty and got put in the Chicago-Read Mental Health Center for mentally ill offenders. like he literally thought he was the gay Messiah what do you mean hes in a regular prison. plus it would've been much more interesting to see mickey in this environment - IF everything up to s9 was kept canon. otherwise he would only be able to visit ian like in s5, unless he found a way to get himself committed ?? idk it just makes much more sense than ian in regular prison

the attendees of their wedding. who the hell were those people. people from ians club ing days?? trevors friends???? i mean maybe. i assume sandy just went to every gay bar and passed out flyers saying there was a big gay wedding. it would've made much more sense if mickeys siblings were there especially mandy but what the hell ever. it's not like iggy literally has multiple scenes where he's supportive of mickey being gay and dating ian. WHATEVER. IT'S NOT LIKE THE GAY JESUS FOLLOWERS SHOULDNT HAVE EVEN BEEN THERE AT ALL SINCE THEYRE SHOWN LITERALLY ABANDONING IAN AFTER HIS ARREST AND IT WOULDVE MADE MORE SENSE FOR THE MILKOVICH BROTHERS TO BE OUTSIDE TO KEEP TERRY OUT. FUCKING WHATEVER I GUESS!!!

throw away the shitty homophobic gay man writer and let those 2 bi ladies write s11 gallavich. they were the only ones who wrote decent storylines. fr that gay guy needed to be fired SO BAD i can't believe he wrote the dumbass "who's the wife/bottom/submissive of our relationship" 11x3 plot AND the 11x7 orgy. HE SUCKS SO BADDD??? get rid of that stupid shit. give me more of ian and mickey in the growing pains of their relationship looking for jobs and dealing with the death of terry and trying to find common ground of their plans for the future and mickey being stubborn and scared without being "accidentally" an egregious stereotype of autistic people. LET HIM STIM AND GO NONVERBAL AND LET IAN LEARN TO GIVE MICKEY HIS SPACE WHEN HE'S OVERWHELMED GOOD LORD

[dynamic-power]

Gallavich Gift Exchange!

This is a gift for Evie @energievie!!!

Ofice Space (Read here on ao3)

Mickey Milkovich doesn't talk to his coworkers. Ian Gallagher is determined to change that. It doesn't take much convincing.

Rated M, 8.8k words, Office AU

Shout out to @gallavichthings for putting this event together. It has been so much fun, as always!

[heymacy]

Ian and Mickey work together at a Chicago diner. They like to push each other's buttons - all their buttons. How long until the dam finally breaks?

a (late) submission for @gallavichthings GW2023 Day Seven

Rating: M

Word Count: 5,452

TAGS: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Original Female Character, Alternate Universe - Restaurant, Unresolved Sexual Tension, coworker shenanigans, playground rules apply, line cook!mickey, server!ian, no beta we die like men

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[gallavich-headcanon]

Birthday sex on the roof definitely happens! And since you like bartender AUs, I’ll bother you with a ramble-y mess of a headcanon! I like to think that Carl buys The Alibi but doesn’t make it a cop bar and winds up not being a cop himself (it’s just never made sense to me). After a while, I think Ian and Mickey wind up as sort of silent partners with him.

Ian has the customer service mindset and the ‘tell me your troubles’ face, Carl deals with drunks and regulars and “gives the place a non-felon name on the paperwork” and Mickey handles all the numbers, from accounting to inventory although he makes Carl do the computer work bc he’s adamant that the whole thing is temporary, “just til Carl gets it under control” even though it’s been over a year.

They still run Gallavich Security but now it’s out of the back of the bar, in a little office with the name on the door and everything. They’ve hired a few other almost cops that Carl recommended, and Mickey and Ian do less runs nowadays, have cleaned up things to nearly legit or as legit as they need to be to avoid any issues.

I think maybe Sandy comes back and bartends as well, constantly jokes about it being a gay bar to which Mickey replies “a gay bar named The Alibi? Why not just call it The Closet and get it over with?” but between the armed guards eating lunch at the tables and a couple of Milkoviches working the taps, no one starts shit when it actually does become a bit of a gay bar, at least in the sense that you can hit on anyone you’d like save the redheaded bartender and not get punched for it. And when Ian’s having a low day, he can crash on Carl’s couch in the apartment upstairs, watching daytime tv on mute, listening to the sounds of the South Side and knowing Mickey will be up after the lunch rush to poke and prod him into eating a sandwich.

Maybe the rest of the Milkoviches are known to drop by from time to time? Mandy at the holidays, Iggy on even more random days, maybe Jamie-the one who helped with keeping Terry from the wedding-winds up one of their guards. I’d like to think Molly pops up at some point and Ian gets to help her figure out some things, like he used to do with Gay Jesus kids. And every year, the bar closes for a private party to celebrate Mickey and Ian’s anniversary where all the Gallaghers, Milkoviches, etc. get together and hang out. 🦖

Hey 🦖 anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to you!

Yes! I don’t think Carl should be a cop. Also the alibi? A cop bar? OVER MINE AND MICKEY’S DEAD BODY. “Carl, you are not turning the bar I came out in into a pigs bar! What’s next? You’ll make it a pussy lover only bar? No fucking way”

sorry about that.

Mickey being his business savvy self? Hell yes! Also I have a feeling Ian would love to give people relationship advice but would suck at it so bad. Like “oh really? This reminds me the time that my husband and I…” and would just end up talking about his and Mickey’s relationship.

I’ve seen it before in a couple of fics (some bartender AUs, some not) that Mickey is the surprisingly the best guy to get relationship advice from. He’s romantic, doesn’t beat around the bush, will tell you the truth and genuinely has good tips.

a few other almost cops that Carl recommended -> hahaha why is that so funny to me? Also Ian and Mickey running their security business like bosses? Yes, please! Do they share a desk? Do they share a chair? (Aka Ian sitting down with Mickey on his lap?) do they still fight about who is the boss boss?

THE CLOSET hahahahahah this is pure gold 🦖 Anon!

Oh my god this is such a sweet AU! The milkovich’s joining the bar and coming to visit! It’s like Ian and Mickey’s relationship just blended those two families together 💗 this is making me feel things.

Not the annual anniversary party! You’re killing me with fondness! This is so fucking cute! I want this to be real!

[crestfallercanyon]

Fic Title: Nocturne, Murmures Milkovich Fandom: Shameless (US) Length: 9,817 Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Series: An Overture (Part 1) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, EMT Ian Gallagher, Bartender Mickey Milkovich, Domestic Bliss, Music, Dreams and Aspirations, References to Prior Abuse, References to Canon, Unable to "Play it Cool" Ian Gallagher, Married Life, Domestic Bliss, Protective Mickey Milkovich

Summary: 

When Ian's offered two tickets from a coworker to a see an orchestra at the Chicago Theater, his first instinct was to reject them with a "no thanks," and continue about his life. But when he tells Mickey, Mickey says just enough to think Ian may have missed something about his husband even after all this time.

Read here on ao3. To go to my profile, here. 

[mmmichyyy]

Hello 🤗 if you're still taking prompts, numbers 30 and 65 please

#30: "be you. no one else can." #65: "i don't want you to stop."

welcome to the company! happy to help if you have any questions or need my assistance with anything :) -ian

mickey stares at the bright yellow sticky note on his keyboard, then looks over his cubicle. the tall ginger is chatting with some of the other employees by the water cooler, all sunshine and smiles like a bright light in the dull, grey office.

he crumples up the note and debates whether to toss it in the bin. he's not here to make friends - especially not the office assistant who looks like a walking motivational poster. the guy probably gets off on cheesy quotes like dream big! or live laugh love! or be you, no one else can! hell no. he's here to collect a paycheck so he can pay rent. that's it.

but, for some unexplainable reason, mickey can't bring himself to throw the note away. so before he can think too much about it, he opens the empty drawer in his desk and sweeps the piece of paper inside. whatever. it doesn't mean anything. nope.

-

the collection of neon sticky notes in his drawer grow as the weeks go by.

hope your first week of work went well!

going on a coffee run, let me know if you need anything :)

noticed you were asking around for a pen, so i just grabbed you a whole pack from the supply closet :)

we're all going to the taco truck on the block for lunch today, come with if you want!

just a heads up, avoid martha unless you want to listen to her talk about her cats for an hour lol

restocked the pantry with a bunch of snacks, if you're hungry :)

hey do you think robert will be offended if i tell him his toupee is crooked??

mickey hadn't replied to any of the messages at this point. he knows he's not special - ian probably leaves hundreds of notes for everyone, the attentive dork that he is. but the last note catches him off guard and he can't help but let out a loud snort.

without overthinking it, he scribbles a reply on a notepad and sticks it on ian's desk.

you should tell him the thing on his head looks like a dead raccoon. -m

later in the afternoon, mickey holds back a grin when he bumps into robert in the washroom, muttering under his breath while vigorously adjusting his hair.

-

it takes him a few more weeks to realize that not a lot of people in the office communicate via sticky notes. in fact, he's the only one who gets daily notes on his desk, so much so his drawer is nearly filled to the brim. he's really not sure what to make of it, actually. he's barely spoken ten words to ian in person, yet he has an entire physical collection of the guy's random thoughts and musings.

curiosity and intrigue (or perhaps his inexplicable attraction to redheaded alien-looking guys) get the better of him - so finally, he breaks all his rules and marches up to ian's desk.

"what's with all the notes, red?"

ian looks up, surprised, all wide-eyed and flushed cheeks. mickey thinks this is the first time they've been this close in each other's personal space, so close that he can see the light freckles smattered across ian's face. he resists the urge to trace the dots with his fingers - because that would be weird and not something coworkers do, right?

"sorry for bombarding you... you just seem so cool, but i noticed you don't really talk much and i guess i was too intimidated to approach you in person," ian says, looking sheepish. "i can stop if you think it's annoying..."

"no," mickey cuts in quickly. "um. i don't want... you don't have to stop. the notes are... nice." they're the highlight of my day, he thinks, but he doesn't say that out loud. not yet.

ian's entire face lights up and mickey has never seen anyone look more like the personification of an eager puppy. honestly, mickey doesn't think anyone has ever shown so much interest in him, ever, and it's kind of... endearing?

so, he takes a deep breath and decides to take the plunge.

"but you can talk to me too. in person. face to face. y'know, if you want. i'm fine with that."

ian nods enthusiastically. "maybe we can get to know each other over lunch today?" he asks in a hopeful tone. "the diner around the corner makes a really mean burger."

mickey smiles. "only if you're buying."

[atthedugouts]

Think of this as sequel to this post

Ian got called into work when someone called out at the last minute. Svetlana and Mickey were already at their jobs so Ian texted Mandy to pick up Yevgeny from kindergarten. Mandy doesn't mind, Yev having three parents mean she doesn't get called upon to often and she likes spending time with her nephew. It's very important for her to have the title as favorite Aunt. Debbie tries to claim the position for herself but usually a secret candy bar will secure Mandy's spot as favorite.

"Hey Mands," she hears a familiar voice call out from behind. She turns around to see her eldest brother Colin approaching her. "What you're up to?"

"I'm picking up the kid," Mandy says pointing to the school next to them.

"Oh, lame. Was hoping you were on your way to something fun," Colin says with disappointment.

"Call Iggy if you want to do whatever you deem is 'fun,'" Mandy says putting the word fun in air quotes.

"Naw, he spends all his time with that Becky girl now," Colin said in a sad tone.

Mandy groaned at the reminder. She can't believe her brother is dating one of her coworkers. He has her whole freaking schedule memorized and shows up at all her lunch breaks. It's cute she'll admit, but also frustrating that she can't go a single day without seeing or hearing about Iggy. First it was Ian and Mickey and this.

"I mean you're free to come," Mandy says. "If you and Yevgeny are both good maybe we'll get ice cream."

Colin laughs at the joke as they enter the classroom. Yevgeny spots them right away runs up to them with artwork in hand.

"Aunt Mandy look, I made flowers with tissue paper!" Yevgeny holds up wadded up colored tissues with green pipe cleaners sticking out from them.

"That's lovely, when we get home we can put them in a vase for your mom," Mandy says taking the bouquet so Yev couldn't crumple it up even more.

Ms. Stewart walks over with Yevgeny's backpack in hand.

"Hi Mandy, you got roped in to pick up again?" the teacher asks handing over the bag.

"Yeah, but I don't mind. It means we get to spend time together, right little man?"

"Yeah!"

Ms. Stewart laughs. This is her first year teaching. She was nervous to teach on the southside but the kids are sweet. Parents on the other hand can be a different story.

"And who's this?" Ms. Stewart asks. She looks a the curly haired man. That's something she just can't resist, pretty hair can really grab her attention.

"My uncle Colin," Yev answers.

"Hey," Colin says extending his hand. "I'm Mickey's older brother."

"Ms. Stewart," she says shaking his hand. "But you can call me Lacey."

The two are no longer shaking hands but they haven't let go. They both share a dopey smile and fear comes across Mandy's face.

"No," Mandy says as she pulls her brother away and ushers him and Yevgeny out the door. "I'm not doing this again. I don't want to hear about the kid's school day and your love life in the same conversation."

"Ow, Mandy your nails are breaking skin!"