#mickey milkovich is his own trigger warning

[southsidestory]

Chapter 2: Time to Collect

Mickey has made the Kash and Grab his go-to shoplifting spot. Mr. Lewandowski should send Kash a thank you card; that old polack has been trying to run Mickey out of his corner store for the last five years.

Ian works late shifts on Fridays, so he’s the one at the register when Mickey swings by at quarter to midnight. He picks up a can of barbecue Pringles, puts it back. A box of Twinkies, puts it back. A Kit Kat, puts it back. 

“Where’s the king-size?” Mickey asks.

Ian stares at him flatly. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not letting you steal anything.”

“Sure, you aren’t.” Mickey plants his palms on the counter. “You ever go home, asswipe? Every time I come in here, you’re stocking shelves or brown-nosing customers or doing some other dumb shit.”

“That’s called working. You might’ve heard of it.”

Mickey swipes his wrist over his mouth to erase his smile. “Sounds like a waste of time to me. There’s a lot easier ways to get money.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you educate me.”

Fuck, he’s hot when he smirks like that, all snarky and lopsided.

Mickey makes himself laugh. “What, you a vice cop now? Officer Gallagher gonna get me to incriminate myself?”

“Screw that. Couldn’t pay me a million bucks to be a pig.”

Now it’s easy to laugh for real.

“Guess you’re too good for the police academy, Mr. ROTC.” Mickey picks up a packet of Big Red and turns it between his fingers. “Saving your cherry for the U.S. Army to pop when they fuck you over?”

Ian blushes like gingers always do, pink rushing to fill the pale spaces between his freckles. “That’s different. The Army protects us from foreign threats. Police are supposed to protect civilians inside our borders, but they usually go after the people who need the most help.”

“Look at that, Ian Gallagher’s swallowed the military propaganda whole.” Mickey mimes knocking back a shot. “Washed it down with some Kool-Aid, I bet.”

“Look at that, Mickey Milkovich knows the word ‘propaganda.’ That’s like sixteen points in Scrabble before bonuses.” Ian scrunches up his nose. “Course, you’d have to be able to spell it.”

Smug piece of shit.

“I’d also have to be a fucking loser who plays board games.”

Mickey rips open the Big Red packet, unwraps the foil around a slice, and pops it in his mouth. Cinnamon burns his tongue, but it’s a good heat.

“That’s ninety-five cents,” Ian says.

Mickey chews the gum with his mouth open, as loudly and obnoxiously as he can. “Your math’s off.”

“There’s no math, Mickey. The price is on the label.”

Mickey glances over the torn packet. “Fourteen pieces of gum. Ninety-five cents for all of them. I only ate one, so I owe you seven cents—that’s rounding up, so I’m being real generous here.”

Count those points, asshole.

Mickey pulls all the money out of his coat pocket—a few crumpled twenties and a handful of coins—and picks out a dime to throw on the counter. It bounces right at Ian, who barely catches it before it goes over the edge.

Mickey leaves the rest of the gum behind, says, “Keep the change,” and walks out smiling.

Read all of Chapter 2 on AO3

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AN: You might recognize this snippet, which I used as a teaser a while back. I made a few changes, but the point stays the same: dumb boys flirting through shoplifting.

Love you @bawlbrayker and @hamspamandjamsandwich who are the best betas a girl could ask for <3

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Self-Aware Lap Dog

Rating: T Word-count: 1,500 words Pairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Additional Tags: husbands, domestic bliss, fluff, ian likes to be held but gets self conscious about how much bigger he is, mickey reassures him, trigger warning zak bagans

Summary: One of Mickey's favorite things about his husband is how fucking affectionate he is. How soft. The man literally recharges by being close, but there's still a form of affection or two that he tends to shy away from, even though it's obvious he wants it so badly.

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[restapesta]

done for

I read somewhere that there weren’t enough s3 and s2 moments between Ian and Mickey written, and I completely agreed, so this was born! This is sort of a speedwrite thing, because it took me 50 minutes which I had set for myself to write this, and it’s kind of short (there was so much word vomit and I just cut all of that lol). Anyway, this is basically Ian and Mickey’s kiss after the first one, and no, it’s not during the sleepover because that’s just triggering knowing what comes next lol (this is kind of between the van kiss and invite to the sleepover). Enjoy!

Mickey opened a dam by kissing Ian that first time in the van; he was unaware of how much water would overflow with that one simple press of lips. Getting shot in the ass was a warning—a clear sign from the universe not to fucking try to do it again—but fuck if he could stop Ian from finishing what Mickey himself had started. It took only a few days for Ian to do what Mickey had encouraged him enough to achieve.

It took until the next time they saw each other.

They were in the Kash 'n Grab, inching for their usual break, and Ian seemed strange. His eyes held a sort of primal stare that locked Mickey in and forbade him from escaping. Ian held his gaze, all while locking the door insinuatingly, nodding towards the freezer. Mickey understood, but hesitated, confident that this whole thing wouldn’t be just another one of their average hookups. Ian and Mickey had never been average, but their normal was fucking, pants around their ankles, barely any unnecessary touches, and no kissing.

Mickey stupidly erased that important fucking boundary, and all it took to do so was a simple challenge in Ian’s voice; he’s not afraid to kiss me. And fuck Ian for making everything infuriatingly complicated.

Mickey wasn’t afraid of anything—if he could handle juvie and drug runs, he could handle kissing Ian fucking Gallagher, even if he was a dude. Mickey never backed down from a challenge; he was a Milkovich, taking a challenge head-on was in his blood. And it wouldn’t even mean anything. It’s just lips pressing together. Mickey had kissed many girls in his eighteen years of life, and they never meant shit to him. He wasn’t even fucking gay. He enjoyed having something up his ass, but that didn’t mean he liked Ian. Ian just had a good dick.

Ian wasn’t a bad guy and maybe Mickey did like hanging out with him, but romantic stuff? Mickey wasn’t a fag like Ian, he didn’t have feelings for him and all that bullshit.

When he kissed him—even though he said it meant nothing; even if he wanted to keep pretending that he hadn’t daydreamed about Ian touching his mouth to his own more times than he could count—he couldn’t. Not anymore, at least. The kiss was quick. Barely even there. And yet, it lingered. It lingered inside Mickey’s mind days after as he lay on his stomach, trying to relieve the pain from the bullet wound on his ass cheek. He kept replaying the moment in his head; the fucking feeling that followed it.

Mickey never felt fucking butterflies because he wasn’t a fucking teenaged girl, but the warmth in the pit of his stomach suggested otherwise. It only appeared when he was around Ian—it was simply there these past years he had known Gallagher, and Mickey wasn’t really used to it; it made him icky and nervous. Now, the warmth spread from his abdomen towards other parts of his body, and not just his dick. The feeling encompassed his chest, his legs, his hands; it left him tingling all over, and there was a dull ache in his ribcage, as if somebody had taken his heart in their hand and squeezed it.

Mickey didn’t know if he should blame Gallagher for it—would that be admitting something to himself and to Ian? He didn’t care, especially not now when the guy in question was coming up behind him in the cold room they always used as hookup spot in the store. Not when Ian had a dangerous look in his eyes, a glint that Mickey couldn't place.

Ian was perfect; he always had been, much to Mickey’s chagrin, who just wanted to dub him as annoyingly clingy and get rid of his aggravating presence. But he couldn’t; not when Ian smiled and flashed his white teeth. Not when his freckles multiplied in the summer glow. And definitely not when he grew from a cute kid with dark red bangs to the type of guy who made Mickey’s dick hard with just the mental image of his chiseled body. Mickey could also lie and say Ian’s dimples didn’t turn him on, and that his stupid laugh didn’t churn his insides. That he didn’t feel nauseous in the best and worst ways when Ian got closer.

That Ian wasn’t getting closer in every single way possible.

The ginger was here now in Mickey’s space. Green eyes dark with lust and confidence, and suddenly, Mickey didn’t have a clue what to do. Ian was in charge, with his pale hands caressing Mickey’s face, fingertips passing over his lips. The action stunned Mickey, and he was sure his eyes were wide and wild, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t force himself to stop Ian; to tell him the usual, no, I’m not what you think I am, I don’t like you. Get the fuck off me.

Ian was intoxicating; he was like a drug Mickey once tried, and now couldn’t stop taking. Ian gave him a high like Mickey had never experienced. He made him hide his smiles and laughter; he made him dream, and for the first time in years, the dreams weren’t nightmares. Ian made him feel happy.

He was leaning in now. Mickey didn’t want to stop him. He had drawn a line they shouldn’t’ve crossed, that he said Ian shouldn’t cross. But didn’t Mickey completely erase that with the van thing?

Ian was kissing him now, his soft lips pressing against Mickey’s, agonizingly slow. They were just touching. One moment there, so soft, and the next, gone. Ian, pulling away, forced Mickey to meet his eyes as his insides twisted into tight knots, unrelenting. There was a whole fucking swarm of bees in his stomach and they were stinging him, and fuck, Ian’s eyes were so shiny.

HIs eyes were closing again as Ian dipped his head. It was different now; Ian wasn’t just letting their conjoined mouths rest—he was moving his soft lips. They were kissing, and Ian was gripping Mickey’s head, thumb caressing his cheek, and Mickey let himself get kissed because it felt so good. And fuck, not even sex was this amazing.

This wasn’t raw lust and passion. This wasn’t what Ian and Mickey were, fuck-buddies, border-lining friends.

This was a lover’s kiss, and Mickey would never admit how good it felt. How his entire body seemed to boil from the heat, even if they were in a goddamn cooler. Mickey couldn’t even stop to wonder if he was doing this right; hadn’t he been told by many girls that he was a terrible kisser? Good fuck, shitty kisser. He stopped kissing girls during sex after that, but was he doing good now? Was Ian… he shouldn’t be thinking that, not when Ian was slipping his tongue past Mickey’s parted lips, after he came up to gasp for air.

He didn’t even need air right now. He needed Ian, and there was no doubt in his mind anymore. Not a single one as he positioned himself better, and gripped Ian’s face and Ian’s red locks, tugging at them.

This feeling; their tongues meeting and setting Mickey on fire, making the swarm of bees become wasps and spread from his stomach to his chest, was indescribable. Blood shot straight down to his dick. And there was something about kissing Ian, about the way he bit his lower lip with his teeth, pulling on it. About the way he dug his hands into Mickey’s sides, pressing him impossibly closer, that made Mickey feel like there was nothing else in this world but Ian.

Ian, who strolled into his life with nothing but a fucking tire iron.

Ian, who was his perfect match. The top to his fucking bottom.

Ian, who had somehow become his best fucking friend.

Ian, who was kissing him like Mickey was the only person in the entire universe.

Breathless, panting, they pulled apart. Ian seemed like he was barely standing upright, and Mickey understood. His knees were wobbly, and he could barely hold himself straight; would probably topple over if it wasn’t for Ian, holding him by his waist. His lips were red and swollen, and he was looking at Mickey with his eyes swimming with lust and maybe something more. He looked so hot.

And then Ian smiled his wonderful smile, and Mickey couldn’t stop himself. This was when he fucking surrendered because there was no way he could fight the urge anymore.

It was the moment he admitted to himself that Ian Gallagher had crept his way inside of Mickey, both literally and figuratively, and it would be impossible to cast him out now. Not when he finally knew what it felt like to kiss him. To be kissed by him.

Mickey was fucking done for.

He knew it as he pressed forward to kiss Ian chastely on the lips again. He couldn’t stop himself; this wasn’t him. He didn’t kiss guys. He wasn’t fucking gay.

But this was Ian, and Ian was so fucking beautiful with his pale skin, his emerald green eyes, and his fucking freckles, and, oh God, his lips. His fucking lips.

How could Mickey not fall in...

No.

No.

Ian kissed him again, and Mickey lost his trail of thought.

“See,” He started as they pulled apart, again. “You should’ve let me kiss you a long time ago.”

And Mickey was so fucking lucky, because he remembered to scoff and not just stare at Ian like a love-struck idiot. “Dream on, this wasn’t that good.”

Liar. Liar. Liar.

“Oh?” Ian didn’t seem too deterred, but he was still leery. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Mickey didn’t know how to reply. Of course he wasn’t, and Ian didn’t need to be worried, so Mickey replied the only way he knew how.

He grinned teasingly, “Maybe you should try again, and see if it works better.”

Ian smiled that fucking gorgeous, amazing smile, and kissed Mickey. He kissed him and Mickey felt so high that he didn’t think any drug could ever replicate what he was feeling now. The bliss he had never felt, not even in the best of orgasms Ian had given him. This right here; this was better than all the best times in his life combined, and it scared Mickey. It scared him so much.

There was no coming back from this. But Mickey didn’t want to come back; he had jumped off of a fucking cliff the first time Ian Gallagher told one of his stupid puns, and made Mickey want to laugh at how adorable he was.

He knew he was fucked then. And he knew he was fucked now.

“Better?” Ian’s breath fanned Mickey’s face.

“Maybe.”

And they didn’t stop kissing. Not when they left for the abandoned buildings; Ian didn’t waste time pushing Mickey down onto the hot pavement and slipping his tongue into Mickey’s mouth, effectively lighting him on fire. Mickey was hotter than the blazing Sun burning their backs through their thin summer clothes.

They didn’t stop kissing the next day, either. Ian was smart; he didn’t greet Mickey with a kiss in the middle of the street, but he pushed him against the wall the moment they were alone and out of sight, clasping their mouths together as if Mickey was the air he needed to breathe.

And Mickey let him.

He let him do whatever he wanted, because there was no fight let in him—no resignation. No hope to push Ian away anymore.

There was nobody out there like Ian Gallagher. And Ian Gallagher belonged to him; Mickey knew it in the way he pushed forward to meet every kiss and every thrust of his tongue inside his mouth Ian sent his way.

He would never get kissed like this by anyone else, ever again.

Mickey was aware, even then, that he would kiss Ian Gallagher for the rest of his fucking damned life, no matter how short it was.

It sealed his fate for fucking good and there was no going back.

[ao3feed-gallavich]

by howlinchickhowl

And it’s as Ian’s turning properly to look at him so that Mickey can fully appreciate the eye-roll that Ian feels is the necessary response to his husband being his own special brand of idiot that Mickey’s eyes start to bug in panic and his free hand slaps quickly over his mouth. He’s gonna boot again.

 Mickey doesn't drink enough water on hot days and Ian thinks that's dumb, but he loves him anyway.

Words: 2462, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Trigger Warning: Vomit, Sickfic, canon typical language

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich Additional Tags: Star Wars AU, Slow-ish burn, Jedi Ian, Smuggler Mickey, May add more tags later as the story evolves, But as of now no trigger warnings apply, Story is readable if you are unfamiliar with Star Wars, Star Wars typical violence Summary:

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Having just passed the trials and become a fully fledged Jedi Knight, Ian Gallagher is sent on his first solo mission. The objective is simple, track down a smuggler with valuable information, and bring him before the Jedi Council for questioning. But Ian will soon learn that reality is often far more complicated than what he was raised to believe.

[stillbeatingheart]

Chapters: 49/49 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Characters: Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Iggy Milkovich, Terry Milkovich, Svetlana Milkovich, Yevgeny Milkovich, Debbie Gallagher, Frances Gallagher Additional Tags: Eeek I don't know how to tag this, Implied character death but it's not what you think it is, This was a one-shot and now it's not, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Suicide, All the heavy shit, like really, ALL OF IT, Bipolar Disorder, EMT Ian Gallagher, Depression, References to Depression, References to Drugs, Canon rules apply, And everything else is warned, Ian Gallagher Redemption, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, 6x1 divergence, IF FICTION TRIGGERS YOU THEN DON'T READ FICTION Summary:

I DON'T WRITE FLUFF. YOU CAN'T EVEN SQUINT AND FIND IT HERE.

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So maybe one day. During. During all that. Maybe you sit on the couch with the memory of his face. A lone trickle of blood. It’s blurry. It was all blurry. But it was so clear. Every single part of it was so clear. And you were broken. Back then. You were broken then. And you glued yourself together with shitty school glue and taped down old fuzzy pieces of scotch tape haphazardly over all those broken parts and you kept moving. And you kept fucking up. And you kept going back for more. And it was still blurry and you never stopped being broken, did you?

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Yeah, I am an asshole. READ THE CHAPTER WARNINGS. READ THE TAGS. READ THE NOTES. I'M GIVING YOU FAIR WARNING. THIS IS HEAVY. THIS IS GOING TO HURT LIKE HELL. BUT NO ONE DIES.

Basically, Mickey finishes his full sentence for attempted murder and it doesn't go well. I broke Mickey and now it's Ian's turn to put him back together... if he can. Which, he will, because in fiction it always ends well. It'll just take some time to get there. This is mostly just about my hatred of that scene in 6x1.

[thebestpartofthecarrotcostume]

Chapters: 47/47 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher/Mandy Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Fiona Gallagher, Debbie Gallagher, Carl Gallagher, Liam Gallagher (Shameless US), The Gallaghers, Terry Milkovich, Other(s), Jake (Oc) Additional Tags: Mickey is kind of OOC a little but not much I guess it's kind of circumstantial?, Smut, Rated explicit for future chapters because I'll forget to change it, Gay Sex, AU, Ian doesn't know he's gay, Bipolar Ian, BPD Mickey, Borderline Personality Disorder, bipolar, institute, Triggers, Self-Harm, Suicide, Minor Violence, minor homophobia Series: Part 1 of Institutionalisation Summary:

Ian is finally diagnosed after a particularly consequential manic phase and, due to the illegalities of some of his actions, is institutionalised by the court. Whilst inside, Ian makes an unlikely friend and has some even more unlikely experiences which will change how he views himself and the world around him completely.

So, it's finally complete. Small happy dance here.

[shamelessly4shameless-blog]

The Future Set Free - Trigger warning.

This is something I have been mulling over all day. I don't actually know why all of this Gallavich stuff is pouring out of me at the moment, I've written thousands of words in three days, but I can't concentrate on writing anything else so I am going with it and thank you to everyone who is travelling this with me and encouraging me along the way.

This piece follows Mickey from age 4 to 18. It is grim because I think Mickey's childhood was probably grim. But there is hope within it and if Gallavich teaches us anything it is that where there is hope, love can spring eternal.

Trigger warning - this piece contains allusions to child abuse and although it is nothing that the show doesn't prepare us for, I am aware that seeing it written can be very difficult.   

He’s four years old, his bedsheets are cold and wet and he can hear the TV in his father’s room which means Terry is awake and if he is awake then Mickey can’t get to the laundry shoot and dump his wet clothes and bedding because he might get caught and getting caught is more terrifying than the dream which caused the accident. He slips out of his pants and stuffs them as far under the bed as he can and tugs off his t-shirt, using it to try and soak up as much of the pee as he can. He’s trying not to cry, trying not to make a single sound. The TV shuts off and he freezes, his heart pounding so loud in his ears that he is convinced the whole house will hear. The hallway light shuts off and he is plunged into darkness, his arms trembling as he listens to his Dad cough, light a cigarette, cough again and finally, mercifully, kick his bedroom door shut.

*

He is seven years old. He’s been crying because he brought a cat home to be his pet, but it ran away as soon as the back door got opened. His older brother sees his eyes are red and pushes him against the wall, Mickey’s head hits the corner of his Dad’s liquor cabinet and for a moment the world seems to tilt and then there is a burst of blinding pain and he is crying again. His Dad comes out of the bedroom with a woman Mickey doesn’t recognise and asks him if he wants to shut up or get something to really cry about? The woman tells Terry that Mickey is cute and sways towards him, her lips a painted bright pink and she smells like the burger shop he walks past on his way to school. Mickey wipes his eyes and tries to stop hiccuping, his head is bleeding and the woman cups his face in her hands telling him he’s going to grow up so handsome, she tells him she’ll fuck him one day and behind her Terry laughs and tells Mickey to feel her tit. Mickey does as he is told and both adults laugh. His Dad gives him a dollar and tells him to get himself a pop or something and stay out of the fucking house.

*

He’s nine, it’s his birthday, he doesn’t have a cake or balloons but he has his first pack of smokes and his first beer and he feels sick and light headed before he finishes either. The beer is bitter and he pulls a face. His Dad slaps his left cheek, a warning slap. It stings but it doesn’t even knock him out of the chair. Mickey is careful not to pull any more faces, he is grateful and he finishes the beer. Mandy has drawn him a picture and he wants to tell her it’s good but his brother tells her it’s dumb and Mickey agrees. His Dad nods in approval and tells Mandy to go find something she’s good at. Mandy doesn’t cry, she’s already better than Mickey at controlling that.

*

He’s eleven and he’s outside the principles office. He’s been there since first period. It’s nearly three. This is his fifth fight of the week and it’s only Tuesday. The kid he beat up was collected by his Mom ages ago. As they walked past him, she scolded Mickey and said that he needs his behind spanked and Mickey sneered at her with contempt. If that is worst thing she can think of then it is no wonder her son is a fucking pussy. He doesn’t say that though, he just spits at her. She isn’t worth more energy than that. The principle has told him that his father has been called and Mickey is to sit there until he shows up. Mickey knows he’ll spend the day on that chair, he knows he’ll sit there until the principle realises what Mickey has known all along, Terry isn’t coming. No one asks what caused the fight and that is just as well because Mickey would never tell them that the boy he beat up made Mickey’s chest feel tight, that the way the sun caught his red hair and made it look aflame made Mickey’s fingertips tingle with the urge to touch it. He wouldn’t have been able to articulate how badly he wanted to kiss the boy’s mouth and how terrifying that was to Mickey, there isn’t much worse in this world than being a fag, Terry has told him this and Mickey believes it. When he gets home Terry doesn’t look up from the TV, just tells Mickey to bring him a beer. “Did you kick his ass?” He grunts as Mickey hands it to him “Yeah Dad.” “Good. Bag is on the side.” Mickey takes the bag and goes out to run his errands, tucking the gun his father has given him into the back of his pants. He comes back a while later and hands his father the cash. It is exactly right. Mickey took ten dollars once. Terry made sure that Mickey only did it once. Mickey’s nose twitches and his left eye blinks almost uncontrollably as Terry counts the money and he feels sick even though he already knows the money is exact. Mickey thinks of this feeling as ‘home’ he doesn’t recognise it as fear.

*

The Milkovich’s aren’t Jewish but Mickey is thirteen which means he is a man now. He gets his first tattoo. He smokes his first joint. He smokes regular tobacco daily now but the joint is a revelation. His father buys him his first fuck. Mickey feels kind of repulsed by the woman Terry picks, she looks young but her skin is flaccid and so is Mickey’s cock. She keeps going though and finally he manages something which satisfies her and she lets him go back out to his fathers and brothers. Mickey is aware that they are cheering, laughing, teasing him and slapping his back but it all seems really far away and Mickey is glad about that. He pushes what he is feeling down as far as it will go and forces himself to smile at his family. Later that night he is flicking through a magazine and an advert for male underwear catches his eye. Next to it is a female perfume add. Both of them have scantily clad models and Mickey takes it into the bathroom. He tries to keep his eyes on the perfume model, but they keep straying to the underwear model. He tries to focus on her long legs and parted lips, but he is drawn to the wide shoulders and narrow hips of the man. He throws the magazine at the wall and closes his eyes to finish but even behind his closed eyelids he sees the flat sculpted chest and chiselled jaw tasked with selling Calvin Klein.

*

He’s seventeen and his sister is crying because some punk has pissed her off, some little fuckwad called Ian Gallagher. He knows who the Gallagher’s are and he knows that this one works at the Kash and Grab. Mickey goes over with his brothers. He is still the shortest, still the one his Dad is likely to take a swipe at first but he’s not the one they pick on now. No way. Mickey has a reputation now, on the streets, in juvie, even amongst his brothers. He’s a South-Side thug, through and through. His knuckles say ‘FUCK U-UP” and they will. It is not an idle threat and everyone knows it. Mickey Milkovich is dangerous. Gallagher is fucked and the little bitch doesn’t even realise it.

*

Mickey is eighteen. He’s an adult now. No more juvie, no more running away. He’s a grown man and he is in love and he doesn’t even begin to know what to do with that. He can’t stop thinking about Ian. When he isn’t near him, he wants to be and when he is near him, his skin itches with the craving of his touch. Mickey doesn’t flinch when Ian grabs him, he doesn’t panic when Ian catches him looking at him. He wants the taste of Ian on his lips, wants his smell deep inside his nostrils and his arms wrapped tight around him at night. But Mickey is afraid. It is a fear that seems to have been ground into his bones, and it chafes his soul every waking minute. One of the worst things a man can be is a fag, that is what Mickey knows and he hates himself and he hates Ian for bringing this thing out in him, for making it harder to ignore. But even as he hates him, Mickey dreams of a small house with clean windows and brightly painted furniture and he imagines serving Ian coffee for breakfast in the morning and lighting his evening cigarette off the end of Mickey’s own at night. He hits Ian. He calls him names and tells him that he fucks other people. He tells Ian not to touch him, tells him not to look at him. He runs away and hides.

*

He wakes in the night and his bed sheets are cold and wet with sweat and lust that Mickey can’t shed when he is awake. He can hear the TV in his Dad’s room and he tries not to be seen as he walks into the hall and dumps his laundry down the chute.

He cries when no one is home and when he gets caught with red rimmed eyes he beats the shit out of his brother and then fucks one of the three women Terry brought home. Her lips are painted bright pink and she stinks of greasy meat and all the while he is thinking of Ian and pretending he is somewhere else.

He sits out on the porch desperately hoping Ian will walk by and praying that he won’t. He smokes a packet of cigarettes and drinks a six-pack of beer. Mandy shows him a new dress and he tells her it makes he look fat. There father grunts in approval and Mandy flips them both off as she walks away.

He runs out of beer and goes to buy more. A redheaded young man looks him up and down and Mickey feels his cock grow hard. He shoves the guy and when he falls over Mickey kicks him twice, three times. A woman walks past and screams at him that he’s an animal, she tells him he should be locked up. Mickey screams back at her. He tells her that she has no fucking idea what he needs and calls her foul names. He spits after her retreating back. He collects the debts his family is owed and takes the money home. Terry doesn’t count it. Mickey counts it. It’s all there. Every fucking dollar. Mickey doesn’t know why he doesn’t rip the old man off but even when he thinks about doing it, an alarm goes off in his head and he pushes the thought away.

He goes into the bathroom and picks up a magazine. He flips to the picture of a swimmer with red hair and a slim muscular build. He looks at the bulge in the speedos and bites his lip until his eyes squeeze shut and he tosses the magazine back in the rack.

He goes out into the street and stands opposite the Gallagher house wondering if Ian is there. He has a reputation and when the kids see him, they draw the curtains but they must have told Ian because the door opens and for Mickey, time stands still. Ian smiles at him, that goofy lopsided grin that Mickey would die just to get a glimpse. Mickey is fucked and he well and truly realises it.

*

“Hey.”

One word. Just one tiny word. History is doomed to repeat itself unless something dramatic happens to knock it from it’s axis, upset the plans and set the future free. Mickey feels his lip quirk upwards and raises his hand in greeting.

“Hey. You wanna hang out?”

History wobbles, it shakes, it trembles and it falls from it’s axis. The future bursts forth in a rush of possibility and Mickey Milkovich steps through the void and sets his feet on the path toward freedom.

[southsidestory]

Mickey makes the Kash and Grab his go-to shoplifting spot. Mr. Lewandowski should send Kash a thank you card; that old polack has been trying to run Mickey out of his corner store for the last five years.

Ian works late shifts on Fridays, so he’s the one at the register when Mickey swings by at quarter to midnight. He picks up a can of barbecue Pringles, puts it back. A box of Twinkies, puts it back. A Kit-Kat, puts it back. 

“Where’s the king-size?” Mickey asks.

Ian stares at him flatly. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not letting you steal anything.”

“Sure, you aren’t.” Mickey plants his elbows on the counter. “You ever go home, asswipe? Every time I come in here, you’re stocking shelves or brown-nosing customers or doing some other dumb shit.”

“That’s called working. You might’ve heard of it.”

Mickey swipes his wrist over his mouth to erase his smile. “Sounds like a waste of time to me. There’s a lot easier ways to get money.”

“Oh really?” Ian asks. “Why don’t you educate me.”

Fuck, he’s hot when he smirks like that, all snarky and lopsided.

Mickey looks down so Ian won’t see the truth all over his face. He makes himself laugh and ask, “What, you a vice cop now? Officer Gallagher gonna get me to incriminate myself?”

“Screw that,” Ian says. “Couldn’t pay me a million bucks to be a pig.”

Now it’s easy to laugh for real.

“Guess you’re too good for the police academy, Mr. ROTC.” Mickey picks up a packet of Big Red and turns it between his fingers. “Saving your cherry for the U.S. Army to pop when they fuck you over?”

Ian blushes like gingers always do, pink rushing to fill the white spaces between his freckles. “That’s different. The Army protects us from foreign threats. Police are supposed to protect civilians inside our borders, but they usually go after the people who need the most help.”

“Look at that, Ian Gallagher’s swallowed the military propaganda whole.” Mickey mimes knocking back a shot. “Washed it down with some Kool-Aid, I bet.”

“Look at that, Mickey Milkovich knows the word ‘propaganda.’ That’s like sixteen points in Scrabble before bonuses.” Ian scrunches up his nose. “Course, you’d have to be able to spell it.”

Smug piece of shit.

“I’d also have to be a fucking loser who plays board games,” Mickey says. 

He rips open the Big Red packet, unwraps the foil around a slice, and pops it in his mouth. Cinnamon burns his tongue, but it’s a good heat.

“That’s ninety-five cents,” Ian says.

Mickey chews the gum with his mouth open, as loudly and obnoxiously as he can. “Your math’s off.”

“There’s no math, Mickey. The price is on the label.”

Mickey glances over the torn packet. “Fourteen pieces of gum. Ninety-five cents for all of them. I only ate one, so I owe you seven cents—that’s rounding up, so I’m being real generous here.”

Count those points, asshole.

Mickey pulls all the money out of his coat pocket—a few folded twenties and about two dollars’ worth of coins—and picks out a dime to throw on the counter. It bounces right at Ian, who barely catches it before it goes over the edge.

Mickey leaves the rest of the gum behind, says, “Keep the change,” and walks out smiling.

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I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak of my Gallavich Season 1 canon-divergent fic, If You Have a Problem! You can find it over at AO3 ❤️

[ao3feed-gallavich]

Needles in A Haystack

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by AddictedtoFiction03

Ian gets a text from an unknown number pulling his world down a path that he will spend the rest of his trying to forget. But first, he needs to save the life of a person who means a lot to him while trying to prevent his own life from being stolen.

Words: 504, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Original Characters, The Gallaghers (Shameless US)

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: A lot of trigger warnings to come, Murder, Kidnapping, Stalking, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, text conversations, lots of text conversations, Falling In Love, Crime Fighting, Phone Conversations, Humor, Angst, Crime Solving, more tags will apply as they come

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[ao3feed-gallavich]

Love, like a river

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by howlinchickhowl

And it’s as Ian’s turning properly to look at him so that Mickey can fully appreciate the eye-roll that Ian feels is the necessary response to his husband being his own special brand of idiot that Mickey’s eyes start to bug in panic and his free hand slaps quickly over his mouth. He’s gonna boot again.

 Mickey doesn't drink enough water on hot days and Ian thinks that's dumb, but he loves him anyway.

Words: 2462, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Trigger Warning: Vomit, Sickfic, canon typical language

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[ao3feed-gallavich]

The luck they made

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by Tacoapocalypse3847848

Set six months post season 10, Ian and Mickey think the worst if their troubles is a cranky Liam, troubled Carl, and taking care if Franny. Until Terry comes back and takes matters into his own hands.

Words: 2480, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Carl Gallagher, Terry Milkovich, Frances "Franny" Gallagher, Liam Gallagher

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hurt! Ian Gallagher, Gallavich, Terry Milkovich - Freeform, Frank’s in the alley for this one, Carl Franny and Liam are like Gallavich’s kids in this, Kidnapped Ian, read trigger warnings, Debbie is in jail

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[ao3feed-gallavich]

I didn't kill him...did you?

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by rideswraptors

Now, they were married. For real. Like they did it in front of a shit ton of people and had a piece of paper with their names on it. No hiding, no backing out, no games. Married. If something happened to Ian, the hospital would call Mickey. Mickey was the one who could make decisions. If Mickey got roped into shit again, and got locked up, Ian would be able to call the shots. They’d have special privileges. Legal ones. Nobody could get between them now. Not even Terry fucking Milkovich.

And he was trying pretty fucking hard, too.

Words: 8594, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Gallavich Shorts

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Sandy Milkovich, Liam Gallagher (Shameless US), Frances "Franny" Gallagher, Carl Gallagher, Terry Milkovich

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Post-Wedding, Terry dies, Light Angst, Major Comfort, Ian's a little scary in this one folks, Mickey Milkovich should not, have to kill, his own dad, please and thanks, shameless related warnings, like you watch the show, so you should know this, all the triggers friends

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[ao3feed-gallavich]

It's Okay To Cry Over Spilled Milk

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by clovesfanfic

A look at how a moment with Yevgeny triggers a memory of his own childhood.

~~The cup bouncing off the ground and cold milk hitting his bare toes instantly triggered a rather unpleasant memory. But then again, there weren’t very many pleasant ones in his childhood to look back on.~~

Words: 2022, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Yevgeny Milkovich, Terry Milkovich

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Yevgeny Milkovich, Mickey Milkovich & Yevgeny MIlkovich

Additional Tags: Fluff, Flashbacks, Past Child Abuse, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Art

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[stillbeatingheart]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich Characters: Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher Additional Tags: Season 10 fix, Season 10 reimagined, Because really?, Would Ian really care if Mickey's on schedule?, And mayo?, When Ian works in the infirmary?, And apparently you can walk into the infirmary with a shiv, So it just wouldn't be that hard to walk out with some lube, Canon basically sucks, But at least they brought Mickey back, i think, If you are triggered by things in this show then don't read this fandom, But at least there was a wedding Summary:

I DON'T WRITE FLUFF - (Usually)

When he wakes and didn’t realize he was asleep, he’s still got Mickey in his grasp, and it’s the normal time, twenty minutes ’til lights on, and he’s still slotted against Mickey and Mickey’s boxers are still wadded around his thighs and he’s right there. Leaning into his furnace fired skin to press scorching kisses against his neck, his shoulder, waiting for that crusty whispered, “good morning,” before he lets his hands wander. Savoring every single second of that twenty minutes. Nineteen minutes, before they have to get up and put on their prison faces. Eighteen minutes when he’s sliding into Mickey’s heat. Seventeen minutes when he’s kissing his ear and whispering, “I’ll wait.”

Sixteen minutes when Mickey is turning his head and he’s stealing his lips. Fifteen minutes when he’s breathing against his breath and loving the underlying flavor that is unmistakably Mickey.

Twelve minutes when he thinks he could slip under Mickey’s skin and stay there forever. Eleven minutes when he feels the first tear leave a salt slick down his cheek. Ten minutes when Mickey’s fingers link with his on his belly. Nine minutes when he whispers, “I love you.”

[stillbeatingheart]

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Characters: Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, Fiona Gallagher, Debbie Gallagher, Carl Gallagher Additional Tags: Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Suicide, Botched bipolar treatment, it's Gallavich so enter at your own risk, Heavy and weird, ends on a light note, I always end it on a light note, Bipolar Ian Gallagher, AU, Or post-break-up divergence, Happy Ending, Plenty of triggers I'm sure Summary:

I DON'T WRITE FLUFF

This is kind of dark and weird. I wrote it after about three weeks of cold, grey, cloudy, snowy weather over the holidays and after the holidays. And the seasonal depression shows. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to sort through some heavy shit first.

This is a what if Ian had tried an experimental treatment for his bipolar disorder that left him functioning at a childlike level, lost of memories. Would Mickey hang around? Would his family take care of him? Would love be able to keep him from drowning?

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And it didn’t fucking matter anyway because the only time he felt like anything ever fucking mattered was when Ian smiled at him. His real smile. His real fucking smile. It was cheesy and made him look like a child, but it was real. And it was beautiful. And it made Mickey feel helpless but hopeful. It made him feel grounded but soaring, beautiful but wretched. It made him think that everything was worth it. Everything was worth it.

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