#mickey milkovich oneshot

[hadesrise]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

summary ➳ you’re sinfully divine, an addicting drug no rehab could fix. it’s not like mickey wanted to, anyway.

pairings ➳ mikhailo “mickey” milkovich x male reader

warnings ➳ nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!mickey, attractive nerd reader (with glasses n’ shit), rough sex, choking, praise kink, degradation if you squint, pet names, size difference, reader’s a freaking giant with big dick lmao, slight possessiveness, belly bulge, dumbification, dacryphilia

author’s note ➳ mickey milkovich brain rot. also tumblr quality being shit 😠

MINORS & FEM READERS DNI !!

Mickey found himself unable to keep his eyes and hands off of you. He would convince himself there’s nothing to the way he stares at you from across the room, how his eyes would cloud with unspeakable lust as they run along your tall frame, checking out every hidden muscles he knew was underneath your slightly oversized clothing, how he unconsciously licks his lips when you tilt your head back and stretch with a tiny moan of satisfaction over the cracking back bones leaving your lips.

He convinces himself he isn’t into you.

At least, he does in daylight. But when the sun falls and moon rises instead as the sky darkens into a midnight blue, those denials and convincing ends up disappearing into the void within his mind, thoughts consumed by you alone. Your low voice as you speak praises and degrading words to him simultaneously, your hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing while the other grips his hips and no doubt leaving bruise, your hips thrusting relentlessly at a speed he didn’t know you could muster, your fucking cock that’s long and thick and hits every right spot.

There’s a little sense of triumphant in him, the knowledge that only he could ever see you like this — so rough, so dominant, wild, like a beast had been freed from its chains. Your usual angelic demeanor and personality drastically changing behind closed doors as you slowly pick him apart piece by piece, the want and need to break him flashing itself dangerously in your dark and lustful eyes, sending waves of thrilling excitement throughout Mickey’s body.

You had him bent over the cold desk, his wrists pinned to the surface by one of your big hands as the other held his hips in a bruising grip, roughly and relentlessly thrusting into him that had him moaning loudly and spurting series of curses and nonsense words. His hole still tight and almost sucking you in despite how used it already was being a proof that you managed to rearrange his guts into the shape of your own cock, making them perfectly fit against each other.

“(Y/n)— Oh, oh, fuck!” Mickey cried out as you continuously rammed your dick in him, keeping a steady rough pace, grunts leaving your lips once in a while. He had already came three times, the side of the desk stained in his cum and dripping down to the floor, his legs trembling from the overstimulation.

“Take it so fucking well, Mikhailo.” You nearly growled, punctuating your words with strong thrusts that had him seeing stars, your cock reaching deep into his guts with each snap of your hips. “Taking it like a good slut, letting me use your cunt whenever I want...” You let out a dark chuckle, sending shivers down his spine.

“More, please,” He whined and arched his back, both hands gripping the edge of the desk, not even struggling against your tight hold on his wrists. Surely, there would be a hand-shaped mark around them once you’re done with him. “Deeper, fuck, wanna feel it poking my fucking stomach, pleasepleaseplease,” Brain too fucked out to think coherently, Mickey babbled and pushed his ass against you, moaning.

“Look at you,” You whistled, leaning over to lick the back of his ear, making his hips jerk. “So fucking pathetically drunk on my cock. Almost want them to see what a whore Milkovich you are.” The whispered humiliation going straight to his brain and cock, you felt him clench around you as he mewled, tears spilling from his pretty little blue eyes. Even your words alone could make him feel this euphoric, almost cumming right then and there.

Mickey could never get over how you drastically change between morning and night — so divine and angelic in the morning with your hands reaching out to people in need of help, gaze soft and welcoming as melody of kindness and warm heart spill from your lips. You’re soft and warm, practically the epitome of peace with how everyone finds themselves relaxed around your presence. The sunlight creating an illusion of halo above your head. Light colored clothes and round spectacles adding more emphasis to your gentle tall giant persona. However, at night, you pull off that kind and perfect mask only to Mickey, soft smiles turning into cocky or arrogant grins and smirks, atmosphere entirely changing to that of lust and filthiness as your lips speak sinful words that never failed to make his head spin and heart jackhammer against his ribcage. You’re sly and arrogant, and too proud, to say the least. Very very prideful due to the knowledge that only you can manhandle, use, and ruin the Milkovich. An angel suddenly morphing into a sinful being.

He couldn’t get fucking enough of it despite the internalized homophobia tightly attached to his soul.

But with you, he doesn’t have to think about that. Insecurities that are drilled into his mind being pushed back by your sole presence; he doesn’t have to be afraid of being feminine or not matching the Society’s gender stereotype, because with you, he can be weak, vulnerable, good. There’s no toxic masculinity to hold him back.

Mickey was fucking addicted to this angelic sin, and you sure as hell felt the same even though words of confirmation never left your lips.

His mind started to go blank as you angled your hips to adjust your cock inside him, wanting to make sure it perfectly hits his prostate, before abruptly snapping your hips to his. Mickey cried out, nearly screaming when you started going deep and fast on him, the roughness of your thrusts making the desk almost move with each movement. “Oh! Ohhhh, fuck! Ahgh, mm!” His moans were loud, you’re sure the neighbors heard it. The stinging pain of your big fucking dick stretching him more open with each drag of your hips causing him to see stars in pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” You cooed, a big contrast to your relentless pace fucking his brains out. “You can take it more.”

Mickey whines, throwing his head back and eyes rolling back to his skull when you sink into him deeper, he could feel his stomach bulging from the thick and big size of your dick. “F-fuck, too deep... Yesyesyes, please, (Y/n), fuck— Fuck me more.”

He fucking loves it, the way your massive size and height never fails to have complete control over him. How your big body traps him between you and the desk, figure towering over him; it makes it so fucking easy for you to assert dominance and manhandle him however you please. He loves everything about you and your large frame.

“You love it, don’t ya? Having my cock so deep in you that it’s pokin’ your stomach? Ruining you, fuckin’ you dumb?” You chuckled, fastening your pace as uncontrollable moans and whimpers fall from Mickey’s lips. His mind in a daze, drool dripping from his open mouth that long forgot to close itself, fat tears running down his cheeks, the euphoric pleasure becoming too much.

“Y-yes, oh my god!” Mickey moaned, nodding his head vigorously. “Love—love it so fucking much,” He stuttered as another broken moan slips out.

You hum appreciatively, “Pretty little slut.” Leaning over him, your hand reached over to his throat and squeezed, earning a guttural moan from Mickey as his hole clenched tightly and his cock twitched. He tilts his head back and allows you more access to his throat, which encouraged you to squeeze more until he became light-headed.

“F-fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum, gonna cum,” Mickey breathlessly cries out, legs shaking violently as cum spilled from his rapidly twitching cock, vision seeing white and mind going absolutely dumb.

Groaning, you cursed quietly and let go of his wrists to grip his hips with both hands, continuing to pound into his oversensitive hole and ignoring his sobs of stop i just came, followed by screams of pleasure and overstimulation. He’s so sensitive it hurts, but he didn’t want you to stop despite his pleas to. He wanted you to use him, be your cum dump until you’re satisfied, wanted you to fill him to the brim and feel the white sticky cum dripping down his legs. He wanted you to take your frustrations out on him. He wanted to be your toy.

Mickey knows you know that. You know how he feels and how he thinks. It made excitement course through his veins, knowing you’re willing to fulfill every bit of his unspoken desire. You were angelic like that.

“Such a good boy,” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and making goosebumps rise on his skin. “Gonna make me cum, aren’t you? Let me fuck you ‘til I’m satisfied like a good boy, hm?”

“Yes, yes,” He nodded dumbly, slamming his hand against the desk and arching his back. You snapped your hips harshly, which made Mickey’s eyes roll back into his head as he came once again with a guttural moan, painting the side of the desk with his seed.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” You groaned, slamming your dick into him mercilessly, uncaring of how Mickey’s legs were giving up as your hands are the only thing that kept him up. His toes curling, nails scratching on the desk’s surface, sobs wrecking through his body. God, you were fucking ruining him. It made you shiver with sadistic thrill. Your thrusts slowly becomes sloppy with your own orgasm getting near, cock twitching inside him.

“In me, fuck, in me, please.” He whined, reaching back to grab your hand that was gripping his hips.

A grin spreads across your face and you intertwined your fingers with his, “Of course, sweetheart. Wouldn’t cum anywhere else.” You thrusted harshly a few times before burying your cock completely inside him as the orgasm hits, filling every bit of him with moans erupting from your throat. Mickey mewls, followed by a whimper, feeling the warmth inside, face showing absolute bliss. He touches the formed bulge on his stomach while letting out soft moans and whimpers, seemingly in trance.

Thrusting sloppily to ride out your high, you press kisses on his back before sinking your teeth on his shoulder to leave a bite mark. Mickey’s hips buckled, moaning.

“You’re mine, Mick.” You mutter in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “No matter how much you deny, you’re mine. And at the end of the day, you’ll always come back to me, begging to be fucked and stuffed full.” Wrapping your hand around his throat again, you squeezed lightly as Mickey whimpered at the possessive gesture. “Can’t escape me forever, sweetheart.”

Mickey closes his eyes, humming and melting against your body, the denial dying down deep within his mind, looking almost in content.

He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re an angelic sin he could never repent of.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

Omg u have Ian and Debs hcs? Please please share

i’m kinda late to this because i keep forgetting but HERE THEY ARE (some of these are stolen from my other headcanons post and also half of these are very unserious)

ian was so excited when debbie was born, he loved being a big brother. whenever anybody tried to take the newborn baby out of his arms, he would throw a fit and insist that the baby belonged to him and you can’t touch her!

the two of them have gotten drunk on mimosas at like 10 in the morning on several occasions

when debbie was in her phase where she was going on about “ginger racism” she kept sending ian photos of gingers/articles about discrimination against gingers and so he blocked her number (temporarily!)

they have a gallagher groupchat (canon) and debbie talks the most in it. ian leaves the groupchat constantly because of the spamming so she has to add him back

also kinda going off of that^ ian is horrible at responding to texts/calls and leaves debbie on read CONSTANTLY, which pisses debbie off, making her spam his messages/voicemail until he gives in and texts her back (she’s so me)

(pre-season 1) when frank and monica would fight ian would try to calm her down while fiona and lip tried to break up the fights. carl would usually be fine and just watch/go up to his room, but debbie would get scared and cry, worried about either of the parents getting hurt or leaving.

debbie used to make her siblings bracelets out of like rainbow loom and shit and she made ian the most and he, unlike lip, wore all of them (no matter how sparkly they were).

(pre-3x05) debbie would beg ian to take her with him when he went to the milkovich house to go see mandy, which was incredibly awkward for ian, considering what he was really doing going there to do.

debbie visited ian the most in prison (lip tried to also, but he was also focusing on tami and fred).

ian taught debbie how to throw a punch.

heidi runs away and devastates debbie, which leads to her crying over her loneliness and venting to ian constantly, so eventually ian and mickey come up with a way to reunite sebbie (yes i’m writing about this).

also this isn’t a headcanon but i have a question and it’s why the fuck wasn’t sandy at ian and mickey’s anniversary party if she was so important in the wedding like that could’ve been our tiny sebbie reunion we could’ve gotten like one frame of them talking and i’d be satisfied

[oph3liatlou]

soft 🍄 angst 🌿 smut 🍀

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[suchagallabitch]

tangled up with you all night

Mickey is cold and refuses to admit he wants to cuddle. He struggles to swallow his petty pride and just ask.

based on the word prompt: blanket by @arrowflier

Blanket

/ˈblaNGkət/ noun

a large piece of woollen or similar material used as a bed covering or other covering for warmth.

Mickey had always had a relatively hard time falling asleep. He had been on high alert mode for all of his life. A habit that deemed itself hard to get rid of. In the recent years, he had gotten a lot better at going to bed than he ever did in his life, that was for sure. That started somewhere around when he was nineteen. The Gallaghers, as annoying pain in the asses they were, offered a much more safe space to live than his own house.

Even now he figured sleeping was much easier than it was even a few years ago. Still, Mickey found himself watching over Ian peacefully drifting off most nights before he could even manage to close his eyes. There was something primitive there. Maybe it was much simpler than that, just his second nature.

He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he loved watching Ian sleep. It just brought him great peace. After years of dealing with Ian’s manic stints, seeing him asleep and well was about the most relaxing reassurance the man could have. That and he liked how soft Ian’s expression was when he was completely gone. His mouth would hang open sometimes. He had drooled all over Mickey a few times. Which Mickey did think was kinda gross. He always gave his husband a side eye when he woke up with a wet spot on the middle of his chest. He guessed that wasn’t completely fair considering the number of bodily fluids from the man he had ingested over the years.

Nonetheless, droll and all, Mickey really did have a soft spot for watching Ian sleep. Except for that night, he was grouchy. Downright enviest his husband was sound asleep and he wasn’t.

[Read the rest on AO3!]

[sesquipadalian-in-a-jar]

Gallavich Oneshot- Seventeen Going Under

One shot featuring Mickey’s internal monologue a few days after his and Ian’s first time. This is my first fic, so i hope you enjoy! The title is from a song by Sam Fender, which i would very much recommend listening to! (can also be read here on my ao3 if you prefer)

Mickey gave him the fucking gun back.

It was a few days later, and Mickey was starting to feel a bit stupid for it. Made the whole thing feel a bit transactional, but what was he supposed to do? Stand up after the best shag of his life, turn to the guy in question and jumble out something along the lines of “Nice dick Gallagher, thanks for shoving it up my ass. No, you can’t have your bosses gun back, even though what was the only reason you came here anyway. Bye!”. Even in his head that sounded worse than what he did, which was grab the gun from his drawer, shove it into the redhead’s hands gesture to the door, all without making eye contact.

Mickey was still reeling a little, to be honest. Everything had happened so fast, but confusingly enough also in slow-motion, like mickey had blinked and it was over but at the same time millions of galaxies had been born and died in the seconds it had taken him to reach out and touch Ian for the first time.

Maybe it was best it came off as transactional. Scratch that. Of course it was best, because that’s what it was, right? Wasnt like Mickey wanted anything more from the guy than a quick fuck, not like a tiny tiny part of him regretted declining Ian’s kiss, because that would be pathetic. And ridiculous. And gay.

And mickey was NOT gay. Couldn’t be gay. The implications of any part of Mickey actually liking men were far greater than he was willing face up to just then. His father would fucking kill him, for one, but not before beating the shit out of him and possibly cutting off his fucking fingers or some shit like that.

And yet he found himself standing opposite the crappy little supermarket where Ian worked, frozen in place, still trying in vain to stop his mind from spinning desperately through half-glimpses of freckles and red hair and stupidly large hands, even though that was all it had been doing for the past week anyways.

Fuck. He was so fucked. One way or another, Mickey Milkovich was fucking doomed.

He took a deep breath, and a step forwards, because despite it all, Mickey was anything but a fucking coward.

[mikhailoisbaby]

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I’ve had this fic sitting in my Google docs for a while and I finally had the confidence to post it after re reading for the hundredth time.

Im not a writer by any means but doing weekly galladrabbles has made me what to write more as well as having the love to writing I’ve had since I was a small child

also want to say I have dyslexia and I was diagnosed since I was primary school so I know this might be a load of shit lmfao but I wanted to post along with the art I have created for it.

So enjoy it , tell me bits that don’t make sense or where I could improve because I want to rediscover my love of writing

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Read on Ao3 here or below ⬇️

It was 7 o’clock in the evening, dinner was just eaten and the bedtime routine was set in play. The messy pots were stacked high in the sink ready for Mickey to load the dishwasher while Ian had the task of putting their one-year-old to sleep.

He can hear the soft mummers of his husband's voice through the baby monitor on the kitchen counter, he's reading ‘goodnight moon’ their daughter's favourite book currently, and the crackles of the baby monitor once again peak when he can hear the light laughter at Ian's silly voices for different parts of the book; The sweet moment of father and daughter reading distracted Mickey from loading the dishwasher at times.

“Book book,” Delilah in soured baby speak knowing that she just conned her father to read another book, this will go on for while Ian will finish a book only for the little ginger to ask for another and her father falls fatal to her bright blue eyes.

Mickey continues with the job of the dishes until all is put away neat like there was never a hurricane of a one-year-old and 8-year-old eating messy spaghetti bolognese in their kitchen/dining room.

As soon as Mickey is done cleaning, a strategic plan so the kid isn’t forced to help clean, the little 8-year-old pops up around the corner. He ruffles her ginger locks as he convinces her father that she is allowed to stay up to watch more tv and Mickey agrees it’s a weekend after all.

He tells her to go get her pj's on and brush her teeth as Mickey moves to lightly tidy the living room where monster trucks are scattered over the multiple surfaces as well as nerf bullets although the toy guns were confiscated, not from the children but Mickey, Ian apparently doesn’t find it funny to be constantly shot by his husband.

Once the house it’s put back together only to be destroyed tomorrow, not that he minds he like the constantly playing and having fun the kids have, something he didn’t much in childhood, he sits down next to his oldest daughter who is now dressed in Spider-Man PJs and breath smelling like mint.

“ Where's dad?” Franny asks.

After Debbie left for Texas with her convict girlfriend leaving her daughter behind for the rest of the family to take care of, reminiscent of Monica leaving her children for everyone else to deal with, Ian and Mickey took on the role of parents of Franny. Mickey jokes that it’s their test kid and if Franny fucked up so they can blame Debbie but they are doing a good job parenting Franny so far, good grades, multiply friends, happy and healthy so yeah they pat themselves on the back now and then with how well Franny growing up as well she rarely asks about her mother too concerned about her baby sister for the past year.

They never expected Franny to call Ian and Mickey's dad but it just happened once, Franny was legally adopted and the new baby arrived Ian and Mickey constantly called themselves dada and papa especially when Delilah started talking she also picked up the habit of calling Ian dad and Mickey papa.

Franny was not confused she knew they aren’t biological her fathers and who her mother is but they took on the role of parents and after many conversations to make sure that she did understand that if she just wanted to call them uncle Ian and Mickey it would be fine but dad and papa suck for her and that how it’s been for the last year.

Mickey snapped out of thought when Franny was pulling on his sleeve “where's dad?” She asks again in an exasperated tone

“ upstairs putting baby meat to sleep” the nickname makes Franny giggle she snuggles further into Mickey's side placing a corner of her faded baby blanket on his knee and wraps the rest around her lap as they watch some kid's animation tv show where the 3 different types of bear apparently they are brother it confused Mickey at first but Franny likes it so that all that matters.

He is unaware of how much time passes and still watching ‘We bare bear’ he learnt the show's name at least so Franny will be proud and he thinks Ice bear is the best, he would ask Franny who her favourite is but she passed out slumping under Mickey's armpit. He pulls out his phone to check the baby monitor app because Ian still isn't down only to find both baby and father passed out in the rocking chair with a clear pile of books next to them.

Mickey can’t help but chuckle. He turns off the tv and picks up the passed-out Franny who clings to him and her beloved blanket like a koala bear when carried upstairs but never opens her eyes not even when Mickey places her in bed and leaves a small Kiss on her forehead with a “good night sleepy face ” and small return of “night papa”. He clicked on the night light that sits in the corner of her dinosaur-themed room, leaving the door open in a crack in case she gets a nightmare or needs water during the night as he exists.

Mickey makes his way back down the stairs Turning off all lights and checking the door and windows are all closed as he wanders back to the stairs of the 3-bed house ready to put the baby in the crib and get his husband to bed. He passes all the picture frames lining the wall of the staircase. Most of them are Franny and Delilah over the past year but there are old ones like wedding photos of Ian and Mickey being sickly in love, some from Tami and lip engagement party just before Delilah was born, the most recent put up was one from Liam's last birthday party. They are some other random ones that Mickey can’t quite remember where they were taken but he knows Ian would be able to say.

Once his mind is cleared of memory lane he goes into Delilah's room, Ian’s dad snores coving over the soft baby snores he would tease Ian if the moment wasn’t so sweet so he snaps a quick photo of the sleeping duo before he picks up Deli ( a nickname that came from Mickey always calling her baby meat and a somewhat shortened version of Delilah) placing in her crib; just like Franny, Deli didn’t open her eyes when Mickey gives her a good night kiss. He moves over to his husband and gently shakes him and tells him to get his ass to bed.

Once both are settled in bed Mickey is dressed in Ian's old t-shirt that has faded and lost colour with a couple of small holes dotted throughout and a pair if loses fitting boxers, Ian is dressed in a white vest probably Mickey judging by the number of stains and (just like Mickey) in loose-fitting boxer do they both share the final good nights and small but loving pecks on the lips. Ian snuggles into the back of Mickey being the big spoon he always is with his arm wrapped around Mickey's waist protectively.

Mickey hears Ian's light snoring, not as bad as they were in Delilah's room; he peeks at the baby monitor one last time. It’s sitting on Mickey's nightstand next to a wedding photo and a book he has been currently reading. He can see Deli's face, peaceful and relaxed. The knowledge that his family is safe and asleep helps him drift off into slumber.

[tobythesunsetboy]

Welcome to my page! Boundaries and such are below!

DNI: Anti-furs, MDNI blogs/Nsfw/18+blogs, Zoophiles, Homophobes, Transphobes, Maps/pedos, etc etc. Generally don't be a creep or rude.

Interact!: People who share my interest fandoms, Furries, Trans people, queer people, This page is a safe space anyone is allowed here <3

My boundaries (proper boundaries will be added later): Please no serious flirting, No cruel jokes. I would love to have mutuals with my interests!

About me ! : I'm Ghost, Raymon, Ramen, Ray or toby and of those anyone can call me, I use any pronouns but I primarily use He/They. I'm a minor!, I have amazing partners, I have a son (@littlegoodpups).

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Main fandoms I will write for are :

MPHFPC

Harry potter

The goonies

Scream [1996] / [1997]. [I don't remember/have to watch the rest of them]

Halloween

Trick 'r treat

Goosebumps

R.l Stine

Shameless

I.T

Wendell and wild

My babysitters a vampire

Creepypasta

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Boundaries for my writing.

I will do F!, M!, NB/GN!, Ftm!, Mtf! Readers by request.

Fluff, angst, Romantic, Platonic, Siblings, Poly relationships etc are accepted

Not allowed are: Incest, Nsfw, P3d0philia, SA.

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I will probably start writing again soon ! <3

Thanks for stopping by !! <3

[shamlssxx]

Share like Gallagher's do.

"Fuck, are there any things you don't share at all?" Tammy asks, interrupting the dialogue between Lip and Ian about the exchange of some trifle.

The Gallaghers turn to her at the same time, blinking in surprise a couple of times. Ian frowns and sends Lip a questioning look, like "she doesn't know something?". Lip is at this moment trying to remember if he even mentioned the details of the exchange in their family and what it really means.

"Well.. We've always shared." Lip begins. "Food, clothes, money. What else could you expect?"

Tammy doesn't ask for an explanation. She fucking understands perfectly, remove your stereotypes about blondes. But still..

"What about hygiene?" She continues. "Clothes and the rest are understandable, but.. Soap? Did you seriously share soap with each other? Or.."

"Are you talking about hygiene at the Gallagher house? Pretty naive for someone who's lived there for a long time, Tammy." Ian grins. "It's okay now, but then.."

"I remember one of Fiona's guys squeaking from a cockroach in the kitchen." Lip laughs softly, remembering the huge eyes and the thin squeak. God, he was so scared.

"Or when Debbie accidentally stepped on a rat at night!" His brother adds. "Fuck, it seems the mouse was more scared than Debs.."

"So, what kind of thing is forbidden to share in the Gallagher house?" Tammy frowns and grins at her question.

"Em.. Well, probably partners." Ian turns his head to Lip with a cheeky smile. "I think we have slightly different tastes in this, dude."

Lip winces sharply at this and makes Ian laugh louder.

"Not Mickey-Fucking-Milkovich, I'm asking you. No more mention of that, Ian."

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Game of Thrones happens to be on.

And now I'm finally getting the motivation for three of the fanfic trope mashups I've gotten for Gallavich MONTHS ago.

So if you requested

historical/kink

royal/kink

flirting under fire/kink

it's coming.

It's only a one shot though, not a new WIP.

[evie235x]

Gallavich fic suggestions!

All of these can be found on AO3, most are NSFW and have some pretty mature/triggering themes so tread with caution. I will add a note to check the tags if this is the case. Also most of these are pretty long so I will specify if it's just a one shot!!

❤️ = Favs

o ❤️ Like Real People Do by grayola- really fluffy, online relationship

o Redheaded Stepchildren by ZebraWallpaper- focuses of Debbie and Ian's relationship at the end of season 4

o ❤️ Irish Twins by ZebraWallpaper - sequel to Redhead Stepchildren although can be read without the first part, focuses on Ian and Lips relationship. Check tags.

o ❤️ This is the Road to Ruin by bricoleur10- Canon divergence, hurt/comfort, good brother lip, check tags.

o Everything About You by grayola- Ian's perspective of Like Real People Do, incomplete

o Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me by Mellow_Yellow- serial killer au, fluff and angst, check tags

o You Are My Peace, You Are My Prayer by cosmicayan- hurt/comfort, good boyfriend Mickey, oneshot

o Friends by zankiefanatic- best friend au, check tags, incomplete

o One Milkovich at a time by Yeoldfandomsofmine (dreamerbydawn)- small series, Ian trying to bond with the Milkovich family, funny?

o the ground will swallow us anyway by infiniteoceansofblue- check tags, hurt/comfort, hurt Ian, good brother lip, one shot

o Come On, Tough Guy by Whoareyou0000Come On, Tough Guy by Whoareyou0000- fluffy, Ian's broken leg, proposal

o Peep Show by themetalmotel- ballerina Ian, adopted Mickey and Mandy

o The Perfect Tree by Gallavich_Kismet- check tags, angst with a happy end, Christmas, one shot

o Shit Mickey Needs by Whoareyou0000- fluffy, Domestic Mickey, one shot

o hey, honey mine (i was there all the time) by servetas- soft Mickey, accidently coming out, one shot

o Hurt by jdf1973- Hurt Ian, hurt/comfort, check tags

I haven’t read Gallavich in a minute so I chose longer ones I remember enjoying with a few one shots. I’ll probably add more in the future but let me know if you want more recs!

[emxisms]

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

What I will write:

✧ Fluff

✧ Headcanons

✧ Oneshots

✧ Multi-Chapter Stories

✧ Angst

What I will not write:

✧ Smut

✧ Any triggering topics.

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

𝕲𝖑𝖊𝖊 ⬎

✧ Sam Evans

✧ Quinn Fabray

✧ Finn Hudson

𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖝 ⬎

✧ Bo Sinclair

✧ Lester Sinclair

✧ Vincent Sinclair

✧ Carly Jones

✧ Nick Jones

✧ Wade

✧ Paige Edwards

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 ⬎

✧ Rick Grimes

✧ Daryl Dixon

✧ Carl Grimes (Seasons 8+)

✧ Michonne

✧ Maggie Greene

✧ Glenn Rhee

𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 ⬎

✧ Sam Winchester

✧ Dean Winchester

✧ Castiel

✧ Rowena Macleod

✧ Charlie Bradbury

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜 ⬎

✧ Tex Sawyer

✧ Bubba Sawyer

✧ Vilmer Slaughter

✧ Richter

✧ Thomas Hewitt

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖞 ⬎

✧ Brahms Heelshire

✧ Greta Evans

✧ Malcolm

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ⬎

✧ Eddie Munson

✧ Jonathan Byers

✧ Argyle

✧ Jim Hopper

✧ Joyce Byers

✧ Steve Harrington

✧ Nancy Wheeler

✧ Robin Buckley

✧ Chrissy Cunningham

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ⬎

✧ Jasper Hale

✧ Edward Cullen

✧ Carlisle Cullen

✧ Alice Cullen

✧ Bella Swan (Vampire & Human)

✧ Rosalie Hale

✧ Emmett Cullen

✧ Esme Cullen

✧ Charlie Swan

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ⬎

✧ Stu Macher

✧ Billy Loomis

✧ Sidney Prescott

✧ Tatum Barber

✧ Randy Meeks

✧ Gale Weathers

✧ Tara Carpenter

✧ Sam Carpenter

✧ Ethan Landry

✧ Kirby Reed

✧ Chad Meeks

✧ Danny Brackett / 'Cute Guy'

✧ Quinn Bailey

✧ Wayne Bailey

𝕴𝕿 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔 ⬎

✧ Richie Tozier

✧ Beverly Marsh

✧ Eddie Kaspbrak

✧ Bill Denbrough

✧ Stanley Uris

✧ Mike Hanlon

𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 ⬎

✧ Gloria Prichett

✧ Haley Dunphy (Adult)

✧ Phil Dunphy

✧ Claire Dunphy

✧ Dylan Marshall

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ⬎

✧ Fiona Gallagher

✧ Lip Gallagher

✧ Ian Gallagher

✧ Mickey Milkovich

✧ Carl Gallagher (Adult)

✧ Veronica Fisher

✧ Kevin Ball

✧ Jimmy / Steve Lishman

✧ Svetlana Yevgeni

✧ Sean Pierce

✧ Sierra Morton

𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 ⬎

✧ Spencer Reid

✧ Aaron Hotchner

✧ Derek Morgan

✧ Jennifer Jareau

✧ Emily Prentiss

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𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☑️

🔘 : Off

☑️ : On

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[jomilky]

Jooooooooo CONSIDER cas Ian and Dean Mickey. Ian's handprint around Mickey's throat because he couldn't get a good grip on Mickey's shoulder. Ian being super strong. Mickey praying to Ian and only to Ian, particularly in the middle of sex. Sex with Ian's angel form where Mickey has to be blindfolded (lest his eyes burn out) but he can feel Ian's scorching touch everywhere and it's so fucking good, it burns like Ian is in his fucking guts and devouring him!!! ALSO MICKEY HUNTING MONSTERS!!!! IAN FUCKING UP ANY MONSTER WHO HURTS HIS MATE!!!! I have a lot of the emotions. Mandy would be sam. There's fifteen seasons of spn i couldn't right a full au but maybe some oneshots

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaalicia YES YES YES

It was all Mickey Milkovich never prayed, Mickey Milkovich never asked for help, Mickey Milkovich was fucked for life anyway… until Ian entered the door. He’s got Ian’s handprint around his neck, a testimony of his fate, his power, his loyalty and the fact that he deserved to be saved, to be loved, to be cherished.

Imagine Mickey kneeling before Ian, praying half sincerely and half jokingly as their silly little foreplay, before he sucked the angel’s cock earnestly.

Imagine Mickey holding the first blade with his hands, the hands that had “FUCK U-UP” tattooed on the knuckles 😭 He’d ruin anybody, anything that had ever hurt his dear angel.

And when Ian missed Mickey he’d pop out from nowhere to meet him, even when Mickey was in the fucking bathroom. “What’s the matter? There’s nothing I haven’t seen, Mickey.”

Btw Mickey had the mark that prevented him from being possessed tattooed on his ass instead of chest cuz that’s more fun. Ian loved it so much that he never left it without hickeys or bites on it too long. But he’d be careful not to break the skin in case it lost its effect. Mickey mocked at him sometimes, saying that if he loved it so much he should get one himself.

And Alicia YES write as many one shots as you want. Let Mickey go hunting with his baby sister and his angel 😭

[suchagallabitch]

shimmering beautiful & when i break it's in a million pieces

After a bad injury Ian tries to comfort his daughter

based on the word prompt: shimmer by @depressedstressedlemonzest

Shimmer

/ˈSHimər/ (intransitive) verb

to shine with a soft tremulous or fitful light OR to reflect a wavering sometimes distorted visual image

And there you go sweetface” Ian dusted off Ruby’s pillow trying to flash her the most supportive smile he could muster. In all honesty, he felt terrible for his poor girl.

He had been trying his hardest all afternoon to try to get her to at least crack a smile. Beside the embarrassed blush and flustered grin she sported when Ian pulled out a picture of her and the boy she liked from behind the dress earlier- If he could count that as a smile. Ruby was stone-faced. He didn’t blame her.

Ruby had recently torn her ACL in a pretty traumatic way. She had been suffering from leg pain prior to the incident for about a month. But her being Ruby, she brushed it off as much as she could, told no one that, hid that she grimaced any time she took a step. She took baths, rubbed herself with Bengay and Epson salt, literally everything she could in an attempt to try and heal herself. None of it worked so she just pushed her attention elsewhere, not to put emphasis on her pain.

She couldn’t think of the pain. It was finally competition season again. She had started track and field the year prior and absolutely adored it. She had been looking forward to running again more than anything. Especially since her coach was confident that she was gonna set records for both sprinting and long-distance. Ruby was ecstatic and took the words of praise as a challenge. She had always been confident, maybe a little too much so, but still, she was ready to win. Trained her ass off to assure as much.

[READ THE REST ON AO3!! ✨✨]

[ilguna]

☼ sweet (Mickey Milkovich) ☼

summary; ’ Can we get some Mickey Milkovich x male Reader fluff? Please? ❤️ ‘

warnings; swearing, fluff

wc; 1.9k

Notes; MALE READER

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“Okay, but is it a good idea or not?” you ask, looking over the table.

Debbie tilts her head, “You know him better than we do.”

Lip nods along to that, pulling a cigarette out of the box and getting ready to light it. Debbie gives him a little glare, since Franny is sitting on her lap, but soon enough the expression lightens. Almost like she realizes that Franny will be drinking beer by the time she’s ten like the rest of them.

You tap your fingers on the table for a moment. Of course the Gallaghers wouldn’t be any help. All their relationships turn out to be shit, so it wouldn’t surprise you that they don’t know what they’re doing.

“Have you guys ever even taken a guy out on a date?” you look between Debbie and Ian.

“No.” Debbie says initially, but her face twists when she realizes, “Actually--yes. But that was a while ago. I was still in middle school.”

“Are you talking about--” Lip starts.

Debbie cuts him off before he has a chance, “Yes, shut up about it.”

He smirks, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. While the two of them have their staring contest, Ian turns to you.

“Mickey’s not going to like a fancy date at a restaurant. I don’t think he even owns a suit. And his dad?” Ian shakes his head.

Then, he drums his hands against the table as he gets up to leave.

“Where are you going?” Lip asks.

“Got a thing, I’ll be back later.” Ian tells him, and then shoots you a look, “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” you mutter, watching as Ian heads towards the front of the house.

It seems like Debbie purposely waits for him to leave so she can say something to you, “Bring him back to your place or something. Cook dinner for him.”

“I can’t do that, not with my parents. Mickey’ll say something that will give them a bad impression.”

“Then bring him back here.” Lip says, he’s getting up from the table, heading to the back door.

He opens it, drops the cigarette and then steps on it. He waits by the door, “It’s the best option you have.”

You tilt your head from side to side like you’re weighing it. And then, you sigh, “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Perfect!” Debbie says, smiling as she gets up from the table. She readjusts Franny in her arms, “I’ll bring out the candles.”

“Haha.” you say, and then you raise your hand as a wave to Lip, “Thanks.”

“Whatever, just try not to bang in my bed.” he has a grin on his face when he leaves the house, the door slamming behind him.

You sit at the table a little while longer as you think about how you’re going to pull this off. Dragging Mickey here is going to be a lot easier said than done. It’s not like he hates it here, but he certainly doesn’t like the amount of chaos that goes on within a day.

The house smells if Frank is here, and it gets worse if he brings someone over. Carl threw a party just last week that took everyone and their mother to clean up. You all flipped the house upside down looking for the stench of vomit, only to figure out that it was coming from the inside of a lamp.

Needless to say, it was thrown out.

However, this place isn’t that bad when it’s actually cleaned up. So, maybe you can convince Debbie to clean the table and some of the dishes. And as a thank you, you’ll just cook enough food for everyone and throw in a sheet of cookies. They can’t really complain about you hijacking their kitchen after that.

Especially not since they offered the place to you. But Liam, Carl and Fiona don’t know that the others had agreed to this.

It’s fine, you’ll figure it out.

“Hey, Debbie?” you call, getting up from the table.

You can hear her coming down the stairs, appearing in the living room, “Yeah?”

“Can you do the dishes and wipe off the table? That’s all I’m asking.”

“Sure.” She gives you a thumbs up, and then goes right back up the stairs.

“Cool.” you go for the back door, smiling to yourself.

This isn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be.

--

You snap the noodles in half, dropping them in the pot. Right after, you reach over for more to snap, eyes flickering to the sauce that’s on the stove. It hasn’t started to boil yet, but should soon.

Lip blows another puff of smoke into the air. The cigarette lies between his fore and middle fingers as he scrolls through his phone. He doesn’t necessarily flick the cigarette to get rid of the ash, it just falls onto the table by itself. Making it dirty again.

You want to bite your tongue, but the table needs to be clean, “Can you drop your ashes on the floor?”

“Huh?” Lip looks up, like he’s noticing the cigarette in his hand for the first time, “Oh--shit yeah, sorry.”

“Debbie cleaned the table and I’d like it to stay that way.” you throw in the third batch of noodles, “Also I’m making dinner for you little shits but that doesn’t mean you’re invited to the table.”

“Our house.”

“Too bad you rented it to me for the night.” you say, placing the lid on the pot, “Feel free to tell everyone, though.”

He doesn’t say anything back, and right as you go back to focusing on the food and not making it turn out like shit--the back door slams open.

It’s Frank, and the moment you open your mouth to say something, he’s already in the living room. You and Lip stare in awe, watching as a couple of cops follow him right through the house, disregarding everything in their path as they try to catch him. The front door slams shut behind them.

A few seconds after that, a wailing sound comes from upstairs, and Debbie’s storming down the stairs, “What the hell?”

“Frank.” you and Lip say, and she sighs.

“Of course.”

“Can you watch the food for a bit?” you ask her, digging in your pocket for your wallet, “Fifty if you say yes.”

She holds out her hand, coming down the rest of the stairs.

“This means you can’t burn it.” you tell her.

“I’m a better cook than you think.” she rolls her eyes at you.

You pass the money off to her, and then you start for the back door, “I’m going to get Mickey.”

“Good luck.” Lip says.

You go out the door, shutting it behind you carefully so it doesn’t rattle the door frame. After that, you start your way down the back alley, cutting between houses to get there quicker.

All you have to do is convince Mickey. Say something dumb, and then reel him in. Don’t mention the surprise dinner at all, or else he’s more likely to resist. You’ll just tell him that there’s a party at the Gallagher’s. Tell him to bring beer, but you have to go right then. Otherwise Mickey will take his sweet time.

Or not show up altogether. Like you said earlier; he doesn’t really like the Gallaghers all that much.

But you’re pretty good friends with them, so he has to deal with them too.

You head right up the steps, not hesitating with the door. Hell, you don’t even knock. Instead you just hope that one of his brothers isn't butt ass naked on the couch.

“Mickey?” you yell, stopping in the living room when you see that the place is empty for the most part.

The house is silent, until there’s a thumping sound, and that familiar black hair peeps around the corner, “The fuck do you want?” he asks.

He’s buckling his pants, there’s a shirt hanging over his shoulder.

“Party at the Gallaghers.” you give him a cheeky smile, “We’re going.”

“When?”

“Now.” you say, raising your eyebrows, “Argue with me and I’ll put you on your ass.”

Mickey scoffs, but doesn’t complain like he normally does, “Yeah, right.”

“You wanna grab a case of beer or something before we head over?”

“Don’t they already have booze?” he asks.

Your face scrunches, “You really wanna drink the shit they have?”

“Fair point.” he goes to the kitchen.

Before the two of you leave the house, he pulls you towards him for a small kiss. After that, he’s the first to leave, and you follow behind him happily.

He starts talking about the next heist he’s going on with his brothers. Telling you every little detail, and you take your time to listen and point out the flaws in the plan until he’s tired of it. You know that he’s secretly figuring out how to get those cracks filled, though.

When you’re so far along the trip to the Gallaghers, you take your chance, “How do you feel about spaghetti?”

Mickey gives you a look, “What kind of a fucking party is this?”

You shrug, “No clue. I was just told to make dinner.”

“So that’s what you chose?” 

You chew on the inside of your cheek, “Just thought you’d like it is all.”

Mickey squints at you, “You’re hiding something.”

“No I’m not!” you say, opening the gate to the front of the house, “Ladies first.”

When Mickey passes you, he punches your balls. You hiss, ignoring his laugh as you try to follow him in as normally as you can.

The inside of the Gallagher house is nothing like how it was when you left. Now there’s no lights on, and it’s all candles that are lighting up the place.

“Seriously, (Y/n), what the fuck is going on?”

“The Gallaghers are a bunch of dicks.” you say, slipping past him.

You take the case of beer from him, and when you get into the kitchen, you can see that the food is done and in nice bowls. As well as a loaf of garlic bread that you didn’t get at all. You place the beers on the kitchen table.

Then, you turn to Mickey, “Welcome to date night!”

He opens his mouth, “This is gay.”

“We’re gay.” you say, “And I wanted to do something nice for you. So, do you like spaghetti or not?”

Mickey shakes his head a little at you, but heads for the table, sitting down and grabbing out a beer, “Sure, why the fuck not?”

Rolling your eyes, you place the food on the table, and then you sit down next to Mickey yourself. The two of you dish out the food, flicking bits of spaghetti sauce at each other, before finally digging in.

Just watching Mickey eat makes you smile. For a while he doesn’t catch on, until he sees you glance at him for the seventh time this minute.

“What?” he asks, mouth full.

You hand over a napkin, “I love you, that’s all.”

Not expecting him to say it back, you stab your fork in the middle of the noodles, spinning the utensil.

Then, “Love you too, (Y/n).”

[mikhailoisbaby]

A little one shot of Ian and his thought of going shopping with Mickey :)

Grocery shopping is something everyone has to do unless you want to starve or you're one of the rich bitches who gets the food shop delivered at home and obviously Ian and Mickey aren’t, living on the west side or not they aren’t ever that fancy, so going to the store was necessary.

Ian didn’t mind the once a week or every other week food haul, he liked writing his list in his new notebooks and ticking the items off when a new item was added to the cart, he also liked the meal prep that goes along with it what he doesn’t like is Mickey - well shopping with Mickey it was like have a toddler with you.

Most times he was able to escape bringing Mickey with him to the shop by saying he’s going to Lips or the gym but not today.

Today somehow Mickey is joining him and you might ask how bad can Mickey be.

For one Mickey just wanders off and collects his items, meaning pop tarts, beer, pizza beagles and the occasional stake and dumps them in the cart with no care In the world ( he put Shit on top of bread loaf …wtf )

Next, he can’t stand still for 2 seconds if Ian looking over products Mickey constantly moving like he has to pee or had ants in his pants, he just didn’t like the act of staying still unless there is a movie or activity in front of him; queues are a nightmare with him he wants to fight all the little old ladies that gives him dirty looks or any toddler that dare cry while their waiting.

The complaint throughout shouldn’t be forgotten about ( not like Ian can with how much Mickey does) if Ian dares compare prices for more than a second Mickey complains he’s wasting time or if Ian wants to look over at the veg Mickey complains that he doesn’t like any of it.

Maybe not the worst of them ( the smushing of the bread is ) but they are trying to get out of criminal activity and Mickey's petty theft doesn't work in the crime-free thing Ian has going on. He'll pull a chocolate bar out of his pocket while in the car like a delighted toddler when Ian looks over at him or maybe a pair of socks he stuffed somewhere on him because Ian said he needed new ones “ it like a gift” Mickey says( both they could afford but it’s fine Walmart won’t be going in bankruptcy because of mickey's petty theft ).

Ian thought about getting him a toddler backpack harnesses but Mickey would probably kill him, he’s even tried to get Mickey to push the cart so he was forced to follow Ian ( it didn’t work he just left with the cart and abandoned it halfway through the shop leaving stranding in the middle of the aisle with food in it ) he’s just the worst to go food shopping with but he won’t want to change him for anyone else.

( Even if he is a bit annoying)

[tamiettitami]

"Yo," Ian shouts from across the hall of he and his husband's apartment, "the shower is open if you wanna hop in." Ian stalks over to their dresser and grabs a fresh pair of navy blue boxer briefs before dropping his towel. He shimmies into them with ease, turning around once they are halfway up his thighs; all of those years of sneaking around with Mickey has made Ian lightning-fast at hiking up underwear. 

Mickey shakes his head, setting his phone next to him on their bed. "Nah, there's something else I'd rather do," his eyebrows raise twice in quick succession.

"I just got out of the shower, Mick, I don't have have another round left in me—"

"Fuck, Ian, I just wanted to cuddle. My asshole is still on fuckin' fire, anyway,” Mickey scolds, smacking his lips together for dramatic effect. “It's gonna burn like hell tryin’ to take a shit in the morning.”

“Well, in that case,” Mickey pulls back the covers allowing Ian enough room to slip through, grinning wide. Once Ian is situated, Mickey grabs the hem of their quilt and tucks himself as well as Ian in, tangling their legs together beneath the sheets.

Ian props himself up on his side using an elbow to face Mickey head-on. Instinctively, Mickey reaches out a hand to brush the few loose strands of hair out of Ian's eyes. "You're not my mom," Ian chuckles.

"Damn right, I ain't your mom," Mickey rests his palm on Ian's cheek, lightly cradling his husband's face. "You are my husband, though, and we vowed to take care of each other," Leaning down, Mickey softly presses his lips against Ian's forehead letting his mouth ghost the pale skin briefly before pulling away fully.

In his previous relationships, and even with his own family members, Ian has been scared by physical affection. With Mickey, however, it comes so naturally, it's hard to be upset. This is all Ian has ever wanted, to feel loved and appreciated, like all the shit he's been through with Monica, Frank, and the rest of his fucking family doesn't make him broken. Sure, Ian still feels broken with his bipolar disorder (though, he's gotten better at controlling these thoughts after years of taking his medications), but, to Mickey, Ian is... Ian. That's it, he's Ian Gallagher, and Mickey has never expected anything more from him, nor does he now.

"Hey," Mickey's voice is smooth, like a freshly cleaned silk sheet, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing, I'm okay, just thinking," Ian shakes his head.

"Bullshit."

"It's not bullshit—"

Mickey rolls his eyes, "Yes, it is. Now, tell me what's wrong."

Ian takes a deep breath in, steadying himself by shifting his weight onto his back again. He laces his fingers together and places his hands on his stomach before answering Mickey's question, or more so demand. "I love you," he declares to the ceiling.

"How's that a bad thing, Mr. Milkovich?" Mickey asks, tone teasing.

"And you love me," Ian adds.

Mickey half-heartedly laughs. "That's why we got married, idiot." He can sense the tension practically radiating off Ian's skin, and the thought of his husband being uncomfortable is Mickey's least favourite thought the bare. Consequently, he slugs an arm across Ian's torso where his hands lay, and Ian latches onto Mickey's wrist like its life or death with Mickey as his lifeline.

Ian sighs. "Nobody's ever done this for me before; tucked me in, kissed me goodnight. It's nice."

"What, you think I'm just gonna sleep next to you and not do all of that shit?" Ian scoffs; Mickey always does this during sincere conversations, or at least during conversations that are supposed to be sincere and would be sincere if he wasn't dodging every fucking sentence of raw, honest emotion pouring out of Ian's mouth.

Mickey's eyes flicker over Ian's, and a wave of guilt washes over him, like this isn't the time for his attempted tough guy shit even though Ian believes there's never a time for a Milkovich's mock macho.

"Hey, hey, hey," Mickey tightens his hold on Ian, "I don't do all of this shit because I have to, I do it because I want to; you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Gallagher." Ian grins, the corners of each mouth practically touching their respective ears. "But, if—"

"—I tell anyone you said that, you'll cut my fucking throat, I know, Mick, we've been over this plenty of times," Ian finishes. "For what it's worth, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, too."

"I fucking love you," Mickey leans in, connecting their lips in a soft, yet passionate, kiss.

"I know," Ian smirks, turning onto his other side this time to wrap himself around Mickey to situate them both in their usual spooning position.