#early gallavich

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

It's Ian's birthday and Mickey decides to spur of the moment go with Mandy to his party.

He doesn't know what to give him as a present.

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“Thanks, hey I know you don’t like him much but wanna come to his party?” Mandy offered with a little smile.

Mickey was surprised at her offer, and Ian had already invited him to the party. He had turned him down then, because it would seem weird if he went.

But since Mandy was inviting him and it seemed like an invitation to party crash he would definitely be there.

“Sure.” He said with a shrug.

“Cool, party is at five.” Mandy said before flouncing out of Mickey’s room to her own.

Mickey caught a look at himself in the mirror and huffed at his reflection, if he was going to go to Gallagher’s birthday party he was going to get more cleaned up.

As he hopped into the shower he thought about what he could give Ian as a present. He didn’t have any money and didn’t have a chance to steal something.

He thought about Ian and what kind of things he liked.

He liked being a fucking nerd with his ROTC stuff, he liked his family, and for some reason he liked Mickey.

Mickey sighed and wrapped a towel around himself as he walked out of the shower and back to his room.

As he got dressed, he looked at the other clothes he had strewn around the room.

He had an idea.

[theglitternet]

EASILY the most heart-wrenching thing about later seasons Gallavich is how openly Mickey smiles when he looks at Ian. ESPECIALLY in public places

[mickittotheman]

hello ☺️ number 19 for the prompt game please

19. playing with their hands when nervous

Ian likes to fidget. 

The stupid fucker can’t keep still at the best of times, but once he’s hyped up he’s even more insufferable than usual.

It’s one thing when he’s all happy and excited and shit. He’ll tangle and untangle the strings of his jackets and hoodies and shoelaces. He’ll wave his hands around in big gestures. He’ll fiddle with whatever he can get his fucking hands on, including Mickey’s knives, on the rare occasion Mickey leaves them in his reach. He’ll drum out upbeat little tunes with his fingers on countertops and tabletops, on rumpled sheets and dusty concrete floors, on his own skin or on Mickey’s.

It’s different when he’s anxious. He does a lot of the same shit, but like, the evil version. His tapping fingers lack their usual rhythm, turn erratic and loud instead. He’ll be less careful with whatever he’s fiddling with. He’s nicked himself on Mickey’s knives one time too many. He’ll tie knots so tight he can’t get them undone, which only serves to pique his frustration even more. He’ll wrap the strings around his fingers till his skin goes white and red and raw. 

All that shit is annoying, but whatever. Ian puts up with Mickey’s annoyingass habits all the time. Puts up with far fucking worse. Mickey can deal.

This, though, this is where Mickey draws the line.

“Will you fucking stop it?”

“Huh?” Ian glances at Mickey, wide eyed, startled. They're in the dugouts, sprawled out with their backs propped up against the low wall, killing time until they’re ready for round two. Or round three, technically speaking. Whatever.

Mickey reaches out to slap Ian’s hand away from his mouth. “Stop gnawing on your fucking fingers, you freak.”

Ian flushes a bit. Lowers both hands down to his lap. Grips them tight, like he’s trying to keep them in place. “Sorry. Just kinda on edge today.”

“No shit,” Mickey huffs. There’s some shit going on with Ian’s family. There’s always some shit going on with Ian’s family, though, so it’s not that big a deal. Plus, Ian has midterms and ROTC and goddamn Linda breathing down his neck.

Not that Mickey gives a shit.

He sniffs. Swipes at his nose. Peeks over at Ian again. Ian’s keeping his paws outta his mouth, but he’s picking at his fingers instead. There’s already blood welling up on at least two of his nail beds. “Jesus fucking christ,” Mickey mutters, rolling his eyes. He shoves his own hand against Ian’s and leaves it. “There.”

“Uh.” Ian blinks at their hands. Blinks at Mickey. 

Mickey rolls his eyes again. “You wanna fuck up a hand so bad, use mine. I ain’t letting your fingers up my ass if you’ve got open fucking wounds.”

Ian blinks again.

Mickey looks away. Uses his other hand to fumble for his smokes.

Ian takes his hand carefully. Cautiously. He trails his fingertips over Mickey’s skin softly. Mickey shudders. His fingers twitch. He doesn't pull away.

By the time he’s done with his cigarette, Ian’s lost any inhibitions about playing with Mickey’s hand. He’s rubbing at it and squinting at it and gawking at it like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever held. Inspecting every winkle, every scar, every pale blue vein. Tugging and twisting and bending Mickey’s fingers. Digging his thumb into the meaty parts of his palm, tracing the lines there with his index finger. “How about you stop squeezing my hand and start squeezing something else instead, huh?”

Ian eagerly complies, earlier nerves miraculously gone.

Mickey hadn’t realized at the time what a huge fucking can of worms he’d opened that night. Hadn’t realized that Ian would seize every opportunity going forward to grab at his hands and use them as his own personal fucking stress ball. His hands quickly become Ian’s favorite thing to fidget with, surpassing strings and knives and everything fucking else.

Years and years and years down the line, Mickey’s hands get a new accessory for Ian to fiddle with: a ring to rub at and spin and press soft, sappy kisses to.

Whatever. Mickey can deal.

[jademickian]

Galladrabbles: Sworn Enemy

This week’s @galladrabbles prompt is sponsored by @sickness-health-all-that-shit! Here’s some highschool gallavich.

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Mr. Gomez had just let him out of the disciplinary office pouting, hands in pockets, and stomping away. Ian’s been waiting behind the lockers, bag slung on one shoulder, intrigued about which menacing event Milkovich caused this time. Ian trots to him and

“Hey, Mickey!”

“Fuck off, Gallagher,” the boy replied almost immediately, not chancing a look at the instigator.

“What’s it this time?”

“None of your damn business.”

“I heard there was chair breaking in the 8A room.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll be in a neck-breaking mood next.”

“Chairs your sworn enemy or something?”

This guy’s unbelievable. “Yeah, and I’ll add you to the fucking list.”

[crestfallercanyon]

Fic: all the time in the world

Fandom: Shameless (US) 

Length: 2776

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed  

Warnings: no archive warnings apply

Relationship: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Non Sexual Intimacy, Kissing, Falling in Love

Summary:

Somewhere between asleep and awake, Mickey can’t help but be a little too honest about what he wants.

Read here on ao3. For my profile, go here.

[onthepyre]

Hi June! No.1 for the prompt meme if you feel inspired? 💖

hi calli!! thanks for dropping in <3 this is kind of loosely the "dirtiest white boy in america" period but honestly. fuck if i know. it's sad though

send me a number and ill write something angsty

1 - keeping things from the other to spare their feelings

Sometimes Dad had to bail, Mickey knew. When they were little kids, not smart enough to keep their traps shut, he and Mandy got dragged along, lying in the backseat, her head in his lap. Perks of being the youngest two, Mickey guesses. Seeing Indiana before they turned six. By the time Mom was gone, they were told to keep their heads down and wait it out while Dad fucked off to who-knows-where. It sucked, but it sucked less than having him home. It was tolerable.

When the pigs started sniffing around the Alibi, Dad got itchy. They were just around to "ask questions," but the proximity was enough. He had a bag packed in ten minutes, four loaded handguns tucked under dirty underwear and ratty cutoffs. It was damn near a rampage, but Mickey didn't have the sixth sense his siblings did that told them to get the fuck out of dodge. He didn't even realize the depth of shit he was in until Dad pitched a backpack at him and asked what the fuck he was standing around with his thumb up his ass for.

Arguing was useless. If he ran now, Mickey would be dead when Dad inevitably made it back to Chicago. So he took the backpack and stuffed it with a change of clothes and a handful of knives and cash, tucking his busted flip phone into a wad of underwear. In case he needed it, Mickey told himself. So he could contact Mandy if they were gonna be gone long. Not Ian.

That's what he told himself, at least, but when they were halfway to Dad's buddy's cabin in Minnesota and it slipped out that he was wanted for eight counts of trafficking, when Mickey's throat started to burn, he knew.

A nine hour drive meant sitting next to Dad all night. When they finally, finally made it, got out to stretch their legs deep in the woods, it set in. Mickey was very firmly stuck here, at least for the coming days, nobody to keep him company but Dad and the fucking raccoons.

Just about as soon as they set foot in the cabin, Dad was snoring. Mickey wasn't about to take his chances in the same room, only four feet of space between the twin beds. He crept to the bathroom, locked the door, propped a stepstool against it for good measure. He texted Mandy first, short and to the point: sos in mn.

Then there was the problem of Ian. He had, at best, one message to make sure he'd leave him alone. There was no telling how long it would take Mandy to figure out how the fuck to get him out of this three-room shithole, assuming he wasn't cursed to die in it. Mickey couldn't say nothing. Ian would get antsy, go looking for him. Say something he shouldn't. But he couldn't tell him what was actually happening, either, because he couldn't give Ian that false hope. Couldn't let him stay attached, pine, worry, wait for something that wasn't going to come.

He had to let him get over it like a normal heartbreak. Ian could cry for a week and then find some other South Side street rat to fuck instead, a thought that had Mickey gnawing on his bottom lip to distract from the pit in his stomach. Yeah. That was what he had to do.

cant c u anymore, he wrote. dont txt.

Mickey deleted both messages as soon as they went through. He allowed himself ten seconds to let it sink in. Knuckles pressed into his eyes, sitting on the toilet lit bent double, he sniffled once. Then, after a few shuddering breaths, he opened the door, and thank fuck, Dad was still snoring.

[damnjackiemore]

rewatching shameless and like I firmly believe season 2 is when mickey and ian started to fall in love.

with lip and ian fighting, ian had to have spent most of his time with mickey and they'd complain about their families and shit. mickey would threaten to beat up lip for ian while denying that he's doing it because he cares about ian.

the "early morning study group" ian would go but was most likely just an excuse to see mickey.

it was a summer of love!

we never got to truly see it before their little bubble burst and mickey was back in juvie.

the only indication we got that it was real between them is episodes later when monica tries to help ian and his heart ache ow

ian trying to distract himself with ned and distances himself when mickey's release is close.

ian and mickey immediately starting up again once mickey is out of juvie!

"missed you"

they were boyfriends!

(no matter how hard mickey tried to deny it)

tldr: it's such a shame we didn't get to see more of mickey and ian in s2 and all their shy glances and soft smiles.

[metalheadmickey]

Ian making Mickey cry just by using his fingers 🤤 has me wound up

Me too, the fuck

And what if he's just doing the same thing over and over with them?

What if he's got them inside and he's pushing up and curling them and stroking and stroking, and it feels like it's been hours and he's not letting up?

And Mickey can't take anymore, doesn't wanna cum anymore, and he could safe word out but he's not going to and the tears aren't stopping and Ian's not stopping. He's just smiling down at him, kind of dark, but undeniably sweet. Proud. He's still stroking, crooking, circling. Pushing up hard inside him, almost painfully. Easing back, slowly circling.

Pulling out for a second, faking him out. Making him think, if only for an instant, that they're finally done.

Suddenly pushing back in and making him wail. Fucking and stroking and pushing. Making him cum one more time, making him fucking sob through it.

Wiping his tears away after. Holding him, telling him he loves him while he shakes and cries.

[squidyyy23]

second chapters

when mickey’s PO assigns him a job at the local library, he’s pleasantly surprised—not that he’d ever admit it. practically lived in the prison library, and what better way to start his new life than with a career he might actually enjoy. and when he meets the charming, clever, utterly fuckable, redheaded children’s librarian, well, shit just keeps getting better and better. mickey’s definitely not interested in anything serious right now, but what’s the harm in a little fun?  fuck, this job’s gonna be even better than he thought.

chapter: 2 / 17(?) rating: e (eventually) chapter word count: 4.2k total word count: 8.4k

as always thank you to @shameless-notashamed for all the hard beta work!

📚 read chapter two on ao3 here 📚

[samantitheos]

Cinderella & Sleepyface

[ian-galagher]

Chapter 06 - The Cowboys are Back in Town

Length: 17k / total length: 84k

Rating: Explicit

Chapter summary:

Mickey craned his neck. "What's ya got there?"

"Nothing," Ian said mysteriously, zipping up his backpack and sitting back up. He clasped his hands together and leaned his head on them.

Mickey's eyebrows moved up an inch. "Nothin', huh? Already on the hunt for a bit of latex? I said soon, not now."

Ian gestured around them. "Why not? Great ambiance, sturdy tables, nice staff." He grabbed onto the table and gave it a good shake to prove his point. "And good food afterwards. What more can you want?"

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Summary: When Ian lands himself an internship with famous wildlife photographer Mickey Milkovich he can't believe his luck. Spending one month traveling through South Africa with his big hero is a dream come true. The two are off on a wild adventure but there's something mysterious about Mickey who seems to be holding more to his chest than just the tricks of the trade Ian had hoped to learn from him.

Click here to read chapter 06 or here to start from the beginning!

[squirrel-fund]

galla-cation #43🏖

I'm super late to last week's @galladrabbles

Prompt: harness given to us by @imikhailotakeyouian 🧡

🔆

Guiding Ian through the hotel towards their room takes much longer than expected.

They've already had to stop for: "Mick! Keychains! Can we get some? Can we?"

Followed by: "Ice creeeeam! You promised!"

What kind of fucking hotel has an ice cream place anyway?

"Thought you wanted burgers?"

And immediately, Ian shuts down. Taking a stand in front of God and everyone else, he crosses his arms and fucking pouts.

"No. Want ice cream."

And it's at this moment that Mickey finally understands why Tami straps Freddie into that fucking kid harness.

He wonders if they make them husband size.

[arrowflier]

Tradition

@galladrabbles

Mickey breathes in quiet gasps as he sprawls across the field. The grass is slick under his hands, water and sweat and fresh-forming dew as the sky hits the faded grey of early morning. His skin tingles as crisp autumn air cools his sweat, his only source of heat the bare body laid beside him.

Tradition says he should leave. It's what he's done all summer, once the deed was done. Walked off into sweltering sunlight and let it hide the heat in his heart.

But the morning is cold, and Ian is warm. And just this once, he stays.

[swiftfootedachilles]

achilles! pls talk to me about early gallavich with trans mickey and enby ian, your thoughts are always such a delight <3

YAAAAYYY SOMEBODY WHO CARES ABOUT T4T GALLAVICH!!!!!🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

honestly - staying within canon as much as possible - i think nb ian would be essentially the same. he feels content enough with being considered a boy that he never considered any alternatives. he doesnt really learn about genders outside the binary until he dates trevor, and it takes a lot of dismantling internalized cisheteronormativity to fully realize himself

when he and mady start hanging out, he tries the whole "im gay on queer" facade for a few days but it falls apart pretty quickly when he and mandy get high and she convinces him to let her do his makeup. he loves baking with debbie no matter how many offensive things lip yells from the living room. he even kinda likes when fiona and vee and getting ready for a night out and they ask him what he thinks of their outfits

after he and mickey start banging and kinda becoming friends, he asks mickey questions about how he knew he was a guy, how be knew he was gay, etc. and its definitely eye-opening to him. he cant explain why, but it makes him super uncomfortable when transphobes say "youre fucking a trans guy so youre essentially straight" like being gay is just such a huge part of what makes ian ian. he doesnt figure it out for years, but its because being gay is inherent to his gender. being gay isnt just being a guy who fucks guys (though thats definitely the best part). its informs not just how be interacts with other men but how he views himself. his feelings are comparable to that of lesbians and dykes whose genders are simply "lesbian" or "dyke." theres a culture that surrounds it and complicates ones relationship with gender. hes a queer, a pansy, a fag. hes gay!!!

especially after dating trevor, ian sees gender as very performative and becomes somewhat gender-apathetic. he doesnt feel dysphoria and is still comfortable being viewed as a man and calling himself one. but he doesnt have strong ties to maleness like mickey does. mickey knows hes a man. he feels like his body is disconnected to his mind, he hates being viewed as anything other than male, he is very dedicated to the social performance of masculinity. where he gets upset about "not passing enough" if someone asks his pronouns, ian loves when someone asks him and doesnt immediately assume he primarily or only uses he/him. he loves dressing up nice to go to the gay bar (aka show off mickey) and people say "girl i love your outfit so much" "she is the moment!" it just makes him feel warm and sunny inside. he lets franny horribly paint his nails and get lipstick all over his face. he has deep philosophy conversations with liam about gender, sexuality, race, and societal expectations for all 3. he lets mickey introduce him as "spouse" to strangers. he gives mickey second hand embarrassment by referring to his dick in the third person as "she." ian is just vibing and living her best life!!!!

[onthepyre]

i really should get the fuck off tumblr and finish that gallavich fic. however: i want to kill ned

[astaraels]

i'm so very much enjoying writing raccoon disaster boy mickey and smitten kitten ian they're just so dang cute and so down bad for each other <3