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Galladrabbles #74–Koala Hug

Thanks to @flamingbluepanda for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt!

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Mickey fucking hates working out.

Ian’s been dragging him to the gym three days each week, teaching him to use the machines and spotting him with the free weights.

Ian seems at home there. Not Mickey. He doesn’t feel that rush of endorphins, doesn’t get excited by a new PR, doesn’t like how that asshole at the front smiles at Ian when they come in.

In the privacy of their home, Mickey easily picks up his husband, Ian’s legs wrapped around his waist and arms locked around his neck, and Mickey thinks there might be some perks to working out.

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Galladrabbles #74–Koala Hug

Thanks to @flamingbluepanda for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt!

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Mickey fucking hates working out.

Ian’s been dragging him to the gym three days each week, teaching him to use the machines and spotting him with the free weights.

Ian seems at home there. Not Mickey. He doesn’t feel that rush of endorphins, doesn’t get excited by a new PR, doesn’t like how that asshole at the front smiles at Ian when they come in.

In the privacy of their home, Mickey easily picks up his husband, Ian’s legs wrapped around his waist and arms locked around his neck, and Mickey thinks there might be some perks to working out.

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ian, proud father of exactly six tomatoes: make sure to get our good sides

mickey: ??? the fuck exactly is the good side of a spherical object ian

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Wait little spoon Ian 😭

LITTLE SPOON IAN EVERYBODY'S (BUT MOST SPECIALLY MICKEY'S) BELOVED

Ian trying to leave the bed in the morning to get ready for his morning runs and a sleepy Mickey just pulling him back into his chest!! And well. It's nice and warm being cuddled up by husband 😌 goodnight again it is then 😌

Mickey walking in to see Ian's napping and his husband looks all soft and his hair looks all ruffled and messy so Mickey absolutely has to get into bed and immediately hold his husband and maybe bury his face into his husband's hair while he's at it

s4 Ian being spooned for the first time during one of the nights Mickey was sleeping over and he feels nice. Calm.

Mickey smiling a playful, “Come here” and pulling Ian in to spoon him and giving a soft goodnight peck to his neck before they fall asleep

Mickey miraculously jumping onto the top bunk after lights out. They've had a fight and Ian's refusing to look at him so he tentatively wraps an arm around Ian's waist and mutters a soft, “Sorry” into his back. Smiles when he feels Ian relax back into his chest

They're binge watching some show together late into the night; Ian's leaning back against Mickey's chest, letting Mickey hold him, and feeling all comfy and cozy 😌. Before he knows it, he's dozing off and drooling all over Mickey's t-shirt 😴

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I think about the lip/Mandy dynamic all the time. They have to be at least someone civil? Like she's Ian's best friend, but also his sister in law, which kinda makes her Lip's family too. She's gonna be at family gatherings, holidays, birthdays. What I'd really like is if she and Tami get along really, really well. Can you imagine the shit those two would give Lip? Even Mickey might have pity on him and tell them to cut it out. I'd love to see them split a bottle of wine and compare jabby notes.

I like to imagine that Mandy and Ian still keep in touch and even Mickey occasionally calls her sometimes, and yes! She’s a part of the family basically, Ian’s best friend AND sister in law - if Lip is still being weird about having her around, Ian is definitely bringing that energy he did when he told him to stop treating her like shit, get over it Philip!

I think Tami’s a bit wary of her at first, Mandy being a pretty important ex of Lip’s and all, although I wonder if anyone would ever really go into much detail about their relationship more than just saying she was his ex

Like Mandy comes to visit and Lip and Tami and Debbie and Carl come over and everyone’s having a good time, maybe Tami’s a little standoffish and not really talking to Mandy

And then Lip finds the two of them on the back porch sharing a bottle of wine and passing a blunt back and forth, Mandy asking if Lip still does that thing and Tami’s bursting out laughing and nodding and then they catch sight of Lip and now they’re both in hysterics

(“Ok, I know I said I wanted you guys to get along but can you leave my dick out of it?”

“Why we talkin’ about Lip’s dick out here?”

“Mickey, don’t -“

“We were just comparing notes, geez. Mandy was telling me about that thing you do with your tongue -“

“Ok, I really don’t wanna hear what my brother does with his tongue.”

“Please, like all of us don’t know what my brother does to you with his tongue, I’m actually traumatized after living with you both.”)

(Tami also likes Mandy’s hair, which she actually has the money to take care of now)

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coping is imagining how mickey comforts ian after a psychotic episode

the panic has been slowly ebbing off since he went to the clinic and took the meds they gave him, but he still feels the uneasiness in his gut, even if now he knows logically that nothing’s going to hurt him, not in the way he’s afraid of right now.

once they’re back in bed together mickey insists on being the big spoon, on having ian cradled up against his chest

“you’re tough, gallagher.” he says at last, lips against his jawline. “something you can think about when y’feel like shit’s coming for you.”

“and, um, you’ve got me” he continues, arms wrapping around ian’s midsection. becoming his shell. “i’ll keep you safe. not letting anyone lay a fucking finger on my husband.”

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Ian: you don’t want me, I’m a handful

Mickey: I have two hands

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For the trope thing : 98 and 126 maybe a lil 145

;) I think U see where I’m going with this

NSFW under the break.

- 98 “Now Let Me Carry You”. 126 bottom Ian. 145 aftercare.

Thanks for the request anon💜

The months after Terry Milkovich died were hard on Mickey. He had so many feeling towards his father and none of them were good so he hated that the man’s death had such a heavy toll on him.

Logically he knew Terry dying was best for everyone. He was a menace. He was an evil bastard with no soul and he didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. He abused his wife, his kids and everyone around him.

He didn’t deserve to be mourned and yet Mickey struggled for months over his death.

Ian was there, his ever present rock, his shoulder to cry on—even if his husband didn’t understand why Mickey was upset he was still there.

He was there for everything. Holding him when he cried, telling him it would be okay, even when the anxiety attacks started he was there to calm him.

Ian convince him to see someone, a therapist from the same office Ian visited and eventually it started helping when he learned to recognize and work through his feelings.

It was no secret that Mickey hated asking for help but he let Ian help him any way. Let him take care of him, taking their meds together and perfecting their daily routine together and it helped.

But then it happend.

Ian slipped into a low out of nowhere.

Mickey naturally blamed himself, swore to himself the stress of having to care for Mickey so heavily through the last couple of months finally took a toll on him. Dr. Jakobs tells him not to place blame because it doesn’t help anyone, that he needs to focus on positive things.

So that’s what he does. He focuses on the positives and takes care of Ian the way Ian took care of him.

It’s not the worst low he’s ever had but it does take him a long time to recover from it. They’re going into week three of this low and he’s finally up and about in the apartment, eating little meals through the day but he still doesn’t have much energy and he hasn’t been very smiley.

So when he comes in the living room, curls up in Mickey’s lap, asks to watch their favorite show and laughs for the first time in weeks Mickey feels lighter. He doesn’t make it a big deal though, just smiles as he presses a kiss to curly red hair before carding his fingers through those same locks.

Eventually Ian turns his head towards Mickey, chin resting on the back of his hand on Mickey’s sternum, finger tracing the bumpy scar of the ‘Ian Galager’ tattoo on Mickey’s chest.

“Love you,” He mumbles, green eyes soft, sparkling with a liveliness that hadn’t been there in weeks. It makes Mickey lean in and press several soft kisses to his lips.

“Love you, too,” Mickey breathes against his lips, pulling away to smooth back his hair, thumb stopping to caress his temple.

A look passes over Ian’s face before he’s scooting up Mickey’s body and kissing him harder, heated and passionate and desperate and it’s takes Mickey’s breath away. His hands are on Ian’s face tugging him, pulling him closer kissing him like he needs it to live—in a way he does.

“I want you,” Mickey breathes against Ian’s lips, kissing him softly over and over because really he can never get enough of kissing his husband.

He pulls away, looks hesitant, then sheepish then embarrassed. “Want you too, but uh, don’t think I’m gonna be able to get it up.”

And them Mickey’s pulling him in again kissing him, taking over his mouth with his tongue, claiming whats always been his before pulling away.

“That’s okay. Let me take care of you. Okay?” Mickey asked, letting Ian have the option to say no, but he doesn’t.

His face softens and he nods, the two moving together off the couch and then they’re stumbling to the bedroom together. Mickey slows them down. There’s no reason to rush. They strip each other slow, between kisses, touching with gentle fingers, caressing, close enough to breath the same air, close enough for their heated skin to touch.

The AC kicks on and Ian shivers, goosebumps dancing across his skin and Mickey grins, grabbing him around the waist, backing him towards the bed and wrapping them up in their big fluffy duvet, a giggling mess of tangled limbs as they try to get situated.

Once Mickey is settled where he needs to be he takes a quick detour to grab lube before snuggling back into the covers with his husband. Then fingers are touching, caressing, blue and green gazing lovingly at one another. It’s soft. It’s so fucking soft. But so are they. So Mickey kisses him slow to make the moment just a little sweeter and Ian hums contently.

“You still okay?” Mickey asks, positioned between Ian’s legs.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Ian nods, hands roaming Mickey’s chest, sighing when slick fingers slipped between his cheeks.

They don’t switch roles often. More these days than ever before but Mickey still likes having a dick up his ass and Ian loves to top but once in a while they like to switch it up. Now though, this was something more, it meant more than just switching things up. He’s was taking care of Ian in all of the ways Ian always took care of him.

Mickey took his time prepping Ian, soft touches, gentle caresses of thighs and knees, fingers moving on the inside and outside of his lovers body. And Ian, the beautiful man that he is, laid there letting Mickey take over, letting him take care of him. He was letting out the sweetest moans and little breathy sighs that had Mickey’s heart speeding in his chest, cock rock hard and ready.

Ian was indeed not hard but the tip of his cock was dribbling precome onto the thick happy trail of red hair. Mickey couldn’t help himself, leaning forward to lick up the tiny droplets—taking the pink tip into his mouth and suckling on it.

“Shit, Mick,” Ian hissed, fingers of one hand tangling in black locks.

Mickey continued sucking his cocking, taking it in his mouth and down his throat—fingers still working him open. He didn’t care care it was flaccid. All he cared about were the whiny breathy moans that his husband was trying and failing to control. And he honestly just loves having Ian’s dick in his mouth.

“God, Mickey, baby, please fuck me. I need it,” Ian whined, hands pawing at Mickey. His husband pulled off of his cock with a wet pop, letting his dick plop wetly against his belly.

“You sure? I can do another real quick,” Mickey offered, twisting his fingers and curling them, groaning when Ian moaned and tightened around him.

“I’m sure. I’m so sure,” Ian moaned. “I wanna feel it, want you so bad. Please,” Ian begged only to have Mickey shush him.

“It’s okay. Told ya ’m gonna take care of you,” Mickey promised, leaning in to kiss Ian, slicking himself up and wrapping long legs around his waist.

Mickey lined himself up with Ian’s entrance pushing in slow and watching Ian’s face for any signs of discomfort. Dropping down over his husband with a hand beside his head and catching his eyes.

“Relax baby,” Mickey whispered comfortingly, when he was met with resistance, smiling softly when Ian’s hold body relaxed at once. “That’s it, let me in, Ian.”

“Mick,” Ian gasped hotly, fingers digging into Mickey’s ribs when he finally pushed in.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Mickey moaned bringing his now free hand up to caress Ian’s face, kissing him as he thrusted into his husband. “Just like that, baby, taking me so fucking good,” He praised against Ian’s lips.

Ian couldn’t hold back his own moans, whimpering little sounds falling from his open lips. He brought a hand up to land on the one caressing his face, thumb finding the metal band on his finger and keeping it there.

“So fucking beautiful like this,” Mickey breathed, moaning when Ian’s eyes fluttered open.

“Feels, so good, baby,” Ian sighed, turning his head to kiss the palm of Mickey’s hand before lifting his head to kiss Mickey.

A deep heated kiss that was all tongue and saliva, Mickey knew that was his cue to pump his hips harder, faster, grasping the back of his head still kissing him as they moaned into each other mouths.

“Fuck,” Mickey moaned, laying Ian’s head back against the pillow.

“Mick—holy fuck,” Ian cried out when the tip of Mickey’s cock pressed against his prostate over and over.

“That is, baby. Lay there and take it. Always take it so good for me,” Mickey spoke, thrusting against that same spot, watching the beautiful pleasure filled faces Ian was making.

Ian’s hand snaked between their bodies, grabbing hold of his cock and stroking himself, letting out a distressed sound when he realized he still wasn’t hard but then Mickey’s hand was covering his, stopping the stroking and pulling his hand away.

“It’s okay baby, don’t force it. It doesn’t need to happen right now. I’m taking care of you, I’ll get you exactly where you need to be,” Mickey promised, watched Ian’s eyes fill with so much love, shining with tears bringing his hands up to grasp at the pillow behind his head.

Mickey knew what he wanted, smiling to himself he reached up grabbing both of Ian’s wrists and holding them above his head with one hand. It didn’t do much in the way of restraining him but that’s not what Ian needed, he just needed the feeling and judging by the whimper he let out it was exactly what he wanted.

Mickey continued holding him like that, fucking into him over and over, watching green eyes roll shut and that perfect cock dribbling out more precome.

“Gonna come, Mick,” Ian slurred, voice absolutely wrecked with pleasure.

“Yeah? You like that?” Mickey asked and Ian nodded. Mickey purposely pulled back, angling away from Ian prostate not ready for him to cum yet.

“Ian,” Mickey moaned, leaning in close to Ian’s ear, kissing the lobe before continuing. “Fuck, you make me feel so good. So tight and warm. You always feel so good when you take my dick. Take it so good.” Ian moaned, he’d always loved praise but fuck when it came from Mickey’s mouth it was even better.

“Please, please. Mick, I want it. Been so good. Give it to me. Make me cum, please,” Ian begged, using his legs to pull Mickey in deeper, making them both moan.

“Shit,” Mickey groaned, shifting his hips and starting up a quick rhythm.

“Mick!” Ian cried out when Mickey hit his prostate.

“There?” Mickey asked and Ian nodded fast, “Right fucking there?” Mickey asked again pounding into him so hard Ian couldn’t answer. He was completely done for just seconds away from cumming and Mickey knew it.

His free hand traveled down, thumb pressing firmly against the pretty pink skin that was stretched tight around his cock. Ian moaned with Mickey spit down feeling it on his heated skin and then he was crying out when Mickey pressed his thumb in.

“Oh, god, Mickey, yes!”

“You wanna cum?” Mickey asked, and Ian whimpered nodding. “Good, fucking come on, baby, cum for me,” Mickey growled, leaning in to pressed his mouth to Ian’s. Stroking his prostate three—four more times before he was coming, crying out his release into Mickey mouth while his soft cock pulsed spurts of cum onto his stomach.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Look at that. So fucking pretty,” Mickey praised, slowing his strokes to work Ian down from his high. Leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Where do you want it, huh? Where do you want my cum?” Mickey asked, sucking on his ear love.

“In me, w-want it in me,” Ian answered, encouraging Mickey to thrust harder by pressing his heels into Mickey’s lower back.

Mickey let go of Ian’s hand, thrusting into him faster, careful to avoid his husbands sensitive prostate. He moaned when a hand snuck around his hip, ghosting over his ass cheeks and slipped between his crack.

“I want it, Mick,” Ian kissed his chest, rubbing a dry finger over his hole. Mickey cursed under his breath feeling his body start to shake. The tip of that finger pressing into him and Ian’s voice was a enough to send him over the edge four-five more thrust and he was cumming, filling his husband with his cum.

Mickey collapsed over Ian, supporting most of his weight but keeping their bodies close, lazily pressing kisses to each other skin. Eventually Mickey did roll off of Ian, pressing a kiss to his sweaty chest and pushing himself out of bed.

He could see how exhausted Ian was now, the energy he had before was slowly draining and he would probably be asleep soon. Mickey grabbed a pair of boxers of the floor, not checking if they were his or Ian’s, it didn’t really matter.

He headed to the kitchen first grabbing a banana and eating it while he grabbed a yellow Gatorade from the fridge and one of those disgusting nature bars Ian loved so much before heading to the bathroom to get their meds and a warm wet rag. He sat all of the stuff on the night stand, sitting next to Ian and smoothing his hair back.

Ian stirred, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when sleepy green eyes opened to look at him.

“Got your meds,” Mickey spoke softly, thumb stroking over a flushed freckled cheek bone.

“Mm,” Ian hummed sitting up just enough to be able to comfortably take the pills that Mickey had ready in hand, popping his own pills into his mouth after Ian washed his down with the water. Ian took the offered nature bar, eating it slowly.

“You eat?” He asked as Mickey cleaned off his belly.

Mickey smiled to himself, of course Ian’s worried about if he ate even when he’s supposed to be letting Mickey care for him. “Yeah, I ate,” He nodded, tossing the rag in the dirty cloths bin across the room.

“Ready for bed?” Ian asked, already pulling Mickey towards him.

“Yeah,” Mickey nodded, reaching around to flip their table lamp off, turning Ian in his arms and letting him snuggle against his chest.

“Thanks Mick,” Ian whispered after a few minutes, his voice tired and sleep heavy.

“Mm. For what?” Mickey asked, hand carding through Ian’s hair.

“For taking care of me,” Ian shrugged, lips ghosting over Mickey chest.

“Don’t have to thank me for that,” Mickey shook his head, kissing the top of Ian’s head. “Thanks for letting me.”

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What if Ian is the kind of person that answers your questions whilst being asleep?

oh my god that's so funny, and you know the answers don't make any sense 😭

"ian, are you asleep?"

"no, i'm a rocket ship."

"you're in space?"

"i am space."

"🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨"

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Do you think Ian ever jumps on top of mickey for a piggy back ride like he does in the love is a battlefield scene?

oh my god, yes of course!!!! i would kinda love to see it. they've had a few, they're walking home. mickey staggers down the street with ian on his back, who is looking very serious like napoleon crossing the alps asdkjfhajsk

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Hey Mel! How often do the boys cuddle? What does the family think about it

hi there! they cuddle all the time. all the time!!! it's so annoying!!!!! do you have to cuddle in the kitchen, can you please move away from the coffee machine??? can we please watch the news without ian climbing into mickey's lap??

once they are in their own place, it's cuddle season year round. i kinda like the idea of them starting off in their own space. they worked all day together, maybe they hang out alone for a bit before making dinner. mickey's channel surfing, ian's in the bedroom messing around on his phone. mickey starts shifting around, there's too much space on this couch. it's distracting. he turns off the tv and wanders back to their room, flops over on top of ian like a starfish. they just lay there, breathing quietly, until their bellies start rumbling for dinner.

like just the idea of them drifting around that apartment together..... insane. absolute insanity in my brain about that.

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My dear Mel.

Think about Ian and Mickey babysitting the kids. Freddie is in one of those round baby walker things with developmental toys keeping himself occupied and sometimes bumping into corners before rolling himself the other way. Liam is having Ian check over his history homework on ancient Greece. Franny is coloring pages in a Disney coloring book with Mickey.

After Liam's homework is done he shows off this huge book on Greek myths that he's reading for fun.

Mickey mentions that he loves those and Ian says he didn't know that about him. Mickey used to watch the 1981 Clash of the Titans as a kid when he was alone and when he did go to school every time the class learned about Greek mythology he paid attention as he likes the drama and action. Franny wants to know about the myths so Liam and Mickey tell her kid friendly versions of the heroes, gods and monsters. Her favorite is Cerberus.

Later after the kids have been picked up and taken home and they've had dinner, Ian and Mickey are watching videos on Greek myths on the tv through the Youtube app.

They're slightly drunk, they feel warm and kind of lightheaded but not incoherent or nauseous. Ian is sleep deprived because he's been up all day and had trouble getting to sleep last night, he's been up for thirteen hours with two hours of sleep in total. Ian starts crying. Weeping. Mickey pauses the documentary, immediately turning to Ian. He asks what's wrong, Ian was fine a second ago.

"Cerberus."

"What?"

"Cerber- Cerb- Cerberus! The giant dog guarding the gates in the underworld!"

"What about him?"

"He has three heads, Mickey!! He's a giant dog with three heads!!! A triple good dog!!!"

Ian holds up three fingers to emphasize his point.

"That still doesn't explain why you're crying."

Ian lowers the three fingers, and slowly looks at his two hands, doing some math. He starts crying again.

"I don't have enough hands to pet each one of Cerberus's heads!!!!"

Mickey gives Ian some tissues to wipe away his tears and hugs him through this. When Ian's stopped and his face is blotchy Mickey says,

"I think you may need to lie down, get some sleep."

Ian sleeps wrapped up in Mickey, after Mickey made sure Ian didn't have any leftover snot in his nostrils. Hours later Mickey wakes up before Ian. Quietly he gets on his phone to see if they make Cerberus plush toys.

he doesn't have enough hands 😭 a triple good dog 😭 poor sleepy ian just wants to make sure that pup knows he's good 😭 also liam and mickey getting into mythology together YES i love that very much! that is so flippin sweet!

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Idea 100000% stolen from @grabmyboner so thank you for your genius mind Zo 🙏

I was inspired to do a little dad AU for gallavich with teenagers. So meet Ruby (17) & Autumn (14). I want to post a little fic about them eventually but for now enjoy :)

part two: autumn

Here’s Ruby :)

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When Ian’s going through a low period Mickey sings to him

Sometimes it’s songs from their wedding, Perfect, At last, Living on a preyer

Sometimes it’s just songs that make him think of Ian, Love is a battlefield, Rain on me, The way we get by

Sometimes it’s just whatever random song that pops into his head, the theme from Franny’s favourite show, a song their neighbours were blasting the other day, a song Mandy used to scream sing back when they were kids

One night when the worry is keeping Mickey up and he’s pretty sure Ian is asleep anyway he starts singing the lullaby his mother used to sing to him, the lyrics are in Ukrainian and it’s been so long that half the words are lost to him but he remembers how it used to make him feel safe so he hums the parts he doesn’t remember so he can finish the song

When it’s over Ian quietly asks him to sing it again

It’s the first thing Ian’s said in two days

And maybe Mickey hadn’t meant to share that particular song with Ian but if it’ll help him even a tiny bit then he’ll gladly share it

So Mickey sings the old lullaby over and over until he’s sure his husband is asleep

And if the next day he looks up the lyrics that he’d forgotten then that’s nobody’s fucking business but his own

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ficlet friday 🌱

this inaugural ditty is for my sweet sweet anna (@rereadanon), who filled my dms with gorgeous prompts that i'll be writing for weeks. figured we'd start off soft & sweet with some husbands on a date night that mickey planned.

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“Alright Gallagher, we got twenty minutes, you almost ready to go?” Mickey yelled towards the bedroom as he laced up his black boots.

Ian appeared in the doorway, wearing sweatpants and a tank top.

Mickey shuffled from Fuck to That’s my husband before pulling himself back to the situation at hand—Date night. Dinner reservations. Twenty minutes.

“Come on, man, get dressed! Let’s roll.”

“Kinda feeling like I’d rather stay in tonight,” Ian sighed, sauntering over to Mickey and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Nah, don’t start this shit right now,” Mickey griped, untangling himself from long arms and dexterous fingers. Ian wasn’t even hard against his leg, just trying to push all of the right "Mickey Buttons" to get what he wanted. “I made these plans weeks ago!”

“I know, I just—“

“You’re really gonna like it.”

“I really like hanging on the couch with you. We can order a pizza, roll a joint…”

Mickey pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply. His pause.

“On a scale of Want to Need, where we landin’, Red?”

Mickey could practically hear Ian's eyes rolling, his chin jutting.

“Want,” Ian admitted.

“Great, so get some clothes on and let’s get on with it,” he said, swatting Ian on the ass as he turned and stomped back down the hall. “Geez, fuckin’ nagging me for months to plan something for your freckled behind, and then when I do, you don’t wanna go.”

A few minutes later, Ian reemerged, dressed in a nice, short sleeved button down and jeans that accentuated his strong thighs in all the right places. Mickey hopped up from the couch to meet him.

“Damn, I thought you looked good in sweats,” Mickey toyed, snaking a hand up his neck and leaning in for a quick kiss. “Almost makin’ me wanna stay in now.”

Ian cracked a grin, shoving him playfully towards the door. “Not a chance, Milkovich. My husband made these plans weeks ago.”

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“Fuck, marry, kill—Enzo, my old PO Larry, or… that gay ass motherfucker you tried to use to make me jealous. What was his name?”

“Cole.”

“Yeah, Cole. That guy.”

“Hmmm,” Ian thought, taking a drag on the joint that Mickey had rolled while waiting for him to get dressed. He passed it to Mickey, who took it with his free hand. His other was holding Ian’s, of course. Felt good, just casually walking to dinner hand in hand. Faggy, Mickey would say, but good.

“Come on, this one’s easy, man.”

“Fine. Fuck Enzo, marry Larry and kill Cole.”

Mickey spluttered, smoke pouring from his nose and mouth. “Are you outta your mind? You should obviously marry Enzo! He’s exactly your type—mouthy with a rap sheet a mile long!”

“Larry seems like he’d make a good husband. From what you said he was nice and he wasn’t afraid to talk about his feelings.”

“Goddamn Gallagher, didn’t take you for someone with a puppet kink.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ian laughed. “And gimme that!”

Mickey thought about it for a second, but handed it over. “One more. There’s stairs where we’re goin’ and I’m not carryin’ your lanky ass up ‘em.”

Ian took his hit and offered it back to Mickey, who shook his head, motioning to a restaurant on the corner. “I’m good, man. ‘Sides, we’re here.”

Ian’s eyes widened as he stamped out the glowing ember and handed the joint back to Mickey, who slipped it into a plastic case from his pocket. They smoked the good shit now that came with accessories, so what? Perks of the job.

“Mick, this place is supposed to be really hard to get into.”

“I know. I told you I been plannin’ this shit for weeks.”

Ian stopped walking, pulling Mickey back by the hand and into a hug. “Thank you for doing this,” he whispered, his breath dancing with the soft hair behind Mickey’s ear. “I’m sorry that I gave you such a hard time ‘bout leaving.”

Mickey stepped back, palming Ian’s face with a light pat. “Ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

With a wiggle of his eyebrows, Mickey led Ian across the street and inside the restaurant. Ian stayed back while Mickey gave his name to the hostess, who smiled and nodded, pulling a couple of menus from a stack on the counter and motioning for them to follow.

The restaurant was busy and buzzing, the room in motion like a well oiled machine. It was a newish spot, having only opened at the beginning of the summer, and Ian had been dying to go because of the—

The hostess pushed past a door with a sign that read TO THE GARDEN with a sketched hand pointing up.

“No fucking way, Mick,” Ian grinned, climbing the stairs behind his sneaky bastard of a husband, beating an excited rhythm into the round flesh of his ass.

“Ey, lay off the goods, tough guy,” he blushed, catching a glimpse of Ian’s mega-watt smile. “Told ya you’d like it.”

At the top of the stairs was another small door that led out onto the roof of the restaurant. Soft white string lights illuminated a sprawling garden that covered the majority of the terrace. Little signs read out the names of vegetables—Zucchinis, Broccoli, Cauliflower—all grown right there and picked fresh every night to serve downstairs.

Ian had raved about it to Mickey as he tended to his own small plot of land in the back of the apartment complex. Isn’t that incredible, Mickey? Bet it’s so good, we have to go!

A single table sat amongst the greenery, draped in a white linen tablecloth and dressed with a single candle in the middle. A basket of fresh bread and oils sat ready for them, next to a chilled bottle of wine and a small bowl of tomatoes—straight off the vine.

The hostess gave them a nod before leaving them alone. Just a couple of husbands with a hundred leafy vines and a city view just for them.

“Can’t believe you did this for me,” Ian said, his voice full of emotion, his eyes wandering from Mickey to the table to the garden and then back to Mickey.

“‘Course I did,” Mickey said, smiling sheepishly, “My guy’s a gardener.”

“I love you,” Ian said, resting his forehead against Mickey’s.

“Love you, too.”

Ian leaned in, catching Mickey’s lips with his own. Tender. Soft. Loving.

Before it could turn into anything else, Mickey broke the kiss, “Come on, think that joints kickin’ in. Let’s see if these hippy tomatoes can hold a candle to the ones my fuckin’ husband grew.”

[xxlovermanxx]

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. The weird corner of the Gallavich fandom that tolerates anything and everything Mickey does but Ian is held to an insane standard, makes no sense to me. If you can’t appreciate both of their characters, then why are you shipping them? Read the comments of ANY Gallavich fanfiction where there is drama and Ian is treated like a monster 99% of the time. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. 

[xxlovermanxx]

“That’s a good look for you” for gallavich plssssss♥️

listen, my kingdom for EMT ian ok!!!! it’s not talked about enough!!!! also ian and mickey and babies!!!! let’s talk abt that too lol

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Generally, Ian doesn’t mind sharing a house with allhis siblings. Sure, it’s not ideal with the lack of space but after so manymonths spent away from them he feels a certain amount of comfort knowing they’reclose by.

What he does notenjoy is said siblings waking him up at two o’clock in the fucking morning witha crying baby.

“Ian,” Liphisses for the third time, shoving the arm Ian has wrapped around Mickey.

It’s Mickey’s grunt of annoyance that ultimatelymakes him move.

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” he mutters, reluctantlypulling away from Mickey and scrubbing at his eyes to wake himself up.

“The fuck’s goin’ on?” Mickey grumbles, still curledon his side with his eyes closed and Ian admires his commitment to stayingasleep even with the lights on and Lip hovering over their bed with a screamingFred.

“Nothing,” Ian tells him, dipping back down to pressa kiss to Mickey’s shoulder. “Go back to sleep.”

He looks up at Lip then, eyes travelling past him tospot an anxious-looking Tami lingering in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“I think Fred has a fever,” Lip says and he sounds worriedenough that Ian sits up properly. He crawls out from under the covers, climbingover Mickey’s legs to sit on the edge of the bed and holds out his hands. “Okay,hand him over.”

Lip carefully passes Fred into arms and Ian offersthe baby a sweet smile and a quiet, “Hey buddy,” before pressing the back ofhis hand to Fred’s forehead. “Tami, there’s a first aid kit in my EMT bag bythe door. Pass it over?”

The words seem to rouse her from  her relentless staring at Fred’s tear-stainedface and she moves to pass him the bag.

“How long has he been like this?” Ian asks, shiftingFred into his other arm to rifle through his bag until he finds thethermometer.

“Uh he’s been fussy all night. And he’s been teethingthe past couple of days,” Lip tells him, rubbing agitatedly at his forehead. “Wethought he was okay when we got him to go to sleep but he woke up crying and hewas burning up.”

Ian nods, checking his right ear and then his left.Mickey sits up with a sigh right around the time Ian takes the thermometer outof Fred’s ear, shooting Lip a glare before he leans his arm against Ian’sshoulder and props his chin up on his forearm.

“Your dad wake you up in the middle of the night too,huh?” he asks Fred and Ian tries not grin too widely when Fred stops fussing longenough to giggle at him.

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