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Galladrabbles: Blur

Thank you dear @callivich for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt! 🩵

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“Hell no, I ain’t goin’!”

“Mick, how many fingers am I holding up?”

“Fuck OFF! 10! Now leave it alone forever.”

Mickey storms off down the hall, and -surprise to no one- nearly trips over their cat.

“Sorry Turbo,” he mutters.

Ian follows and tries a softer tone. “Babe, a lot of people need glasses. Imagine if things weren’t such a blur anymore.”

Mickey looks up into his husband’s face - he can see him just fine up close.

“And anyway, guys in glasses are so hot. The things I’d wanna do to you if you…”

“Fine! Let’s go. You’re driving.”

#babe #what’s up to all my fellow near-sighted people! #< this tho #he’d be so stubborn about this #lore accurate #hc #also this > #tho ian will bully you into wearing some sexy nerd glasses

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this weeks @galladrabbles prompt from @callivich was "Blur"

His memories were mostly a blur now.  Time and age had taken their toll, and where once had been determination, hope, and optimism, now was mostly just confusion.

There was one thing that could cut through the blur, could push it back, if just for a bit.

One pair of hands, with faded tattoos that couldn’t be read, but were still clear in his mind.

FUCK U-UP they read, and they brought love, gentleness, and fleeting moments of clarity.

The hands reached out to grasp his own.

“Mick,” he gasped, “where have you been?”

“Right here,” he replied.  “Always here.”

#😭😭

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Blur

Thanks, @callivich for the @galladrabbles prompt. It was the perfect prompt for what I had in mind for this week!

Previously on No Sleep 'Til Nashville, Mickey and Ian made their way to the Greyhound station.

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The bus trip passes in a blur. I’m lost in a tangle of Gallagher limbs. He touches my forehead, cups my cheek, kisses me every minute on the minute.

After all the shit we’ve gone through, the ride feels too easy. Roadblocks are easy to rally against. But when the path is clear, doubt creeps in.

We pull into Nashville Station at four o’clock. It’s sunny. The air smells like Keith.

He’s probably putting on his tux and double-checking the flowers right now.

I’ve been obsessed. I haven’t taken a moment to breathe.

Fuck.

Am I doing the right thing?

#kisses every minute on the minute hit the happy hormones in my brain #freckly redhead cuddles #you are def doing the wrong thing #fuck Keith

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@galladrabbles Blur prompt curtesy of @callivich

The day has gone by like a blur but Ian wouldn’t trade it for the world. Being married felt better than he ever imagined. He sits and watches Mickey (husband!) drunkenly dance with their family. He thinks back to when they were kids and Mickey was terrified of letting anyone see them together and how far he’s come. Ian is so proud of him. From banging in the shadows of the high school bleachers to proclaiming their vows in front of a whole room of people. The past ten years have gone by like a blur but Ian wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#husbands #they’re husbands

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He isn't afraid to kiss me

#the inside of my brain at any given moment

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🌑 the moon from the fuck-u-up tarot 🌑

Before meeting Mickey, Ian had no idea that the moon had eight phases. Hell, he didn’t even notice the tattoo on their first night together because some fuckin’ sap liked it face to face, but after lunch with Mandy, Ian had bent Mickey over the arm of his own goddamn couch, and there they were, one right after the other— New Waxing crescent First quarter Waxing gibbous Full Waning gibbous Last quarter Waning crescent —lining Mickey’s spine. Each carrying a different shade, a different energy, and a different way to flow. Ian was fascinated.  Turned the fuck on.  And oddly validated.  He’d never given it much thought before, but after a few meditations on the subject, Ian couldn’t help but wonder: If the moon was in constant flux, constant change; then, couldn’t it stand to reason that maybe his state of mind, his pace, his moods, weren’t so odd after all?  an exception to the rule | ch. 9: opening up in phases

[now updating on ao3]

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62+27🙌🏾

#27: "no. regrets." & #62: "if you can't sleep... we could have sex?"

"you're up late."

"jesus," mickey jumps, nearly falling out of his seat. "you scared the shit out of me."

"sorry." ian plops onto the couch, and mickey tries not to think too much about how close his roommate is sitting next to him. "couldn't sleep, and i saw the light on in the living room. what're you watching?"

mickey turns towards the tv and shrugs. "just criminal minds."

"what an uplifting show to watch at one in the morning."

"it usually puts me to sleep, actually."

"hm." ian raises his brows. "are you sure you're not watching it for a certain someone?"

"i regret telling you that," mickey groans. "i just like reid's character, okay? plus, he's not even my type."

ian looks at him with curious eyes. "what's your type, then?"

hot redheaded alien-looking dorks, mickey wants to say. instead, he throws a pillow at ian's face, to which ian catches and tosses back at him. "don't have one, really. i'm fine with any dick up my ass."

"hm. not every dick," ian mumbles.

mickey's eyes widen. "what?"

"just saying," ian shrugs. "you've never made a move on me, and i have a dick. an above average one, actually, if i'm being honest."

"wh–where is this coming from?" mickey sputters. "you're saying you want us to fuck?"

"what i'm saying is," ian leans in close, warm breath caressing mickey's skin, "if you can't sleep, and i can't sleep, then we could do something together to occupy our time–"

before ian can finish his sentence, mickey catches him by surprise with a soft kiss, their lips slotting against each other hesitantly at first, then quickly deepening and insistent as their tongues intertwine in a fighting frenzy, heated and molten.

"show me this above average dick of yours, then," mickey breathes into ian's ear, and ian responds enthusiastically by dragging mickey to his room and slamming the door shut.

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afterwards, as they lie in bed together basking in the afterglow, sweaty and thoroughly spent, ian turns to face mickey and ghosts his fingers along mickey's arm.

"was... that okay?" he asks, quiet, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"gallagher," mickey brushes ian's hair back and smiles when he sees ian melting into his touch, "i've been wanting to do that since you moved in."

"okay, good," ian says, relieved. "i was scared you'd regret sleeping with me and kick me out of the apartment."

mickey snorts. "my only regret is not jumping your bones earlier."

"well," ian rolls over and straddles mickey, bracketing his thighs around mickey's hips, "we have a lot of time to make up for, then."

#roomates #gallavich ficlet

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Holler if you need me. Sure...

#how is he so handsome #I love him you’re honor #the pouty chin 🥹 #ian gallagher #look at how beautiful he is #look

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shameless creator's network - april two by two

I used a verse from Robert Frost's famous poem "The Road Not Taken" The road that Ian and Mickey chose was often hard. It wasn't the easy path. It was so unknown to the people around them. They couldn't see the path ahead. They couldn't see the destination but they believed there was one. And that has made all the difference.

#😭🥹 #shamelessedit #ian x mickey

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Galladrabbles: Blur

I think this is a sign I should wear my glasses more. But I never do.... Anyways, thanks to @callivich and @galladrabbles for this prompt.

Blur

“I’m fuckin’ old, Man.”

Mickey sits at the kitchen table. His eyes are squinting at the mail on the table, the names barely legible. He runs tattooed fingers through his hair, noticing more threads of grey. He debates whether he wants to wear the frames, or stay in the comfort of blurry vision.

Ian snorts. “They’re just glasses, Mick. Don’t be so dramatic. I think you look hot. Like a sexy librarian.”

“Books get you off, Red?”

“Mmm,” Ian hums, getting that devious glint in his eye. “Speak English to me,” he flirts, pushing aside the mail on the table.

#cute #> #ian would be all over mick in glasses

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We wrote a fun little romcom airline pilots 🛫 AU full of fluff, angst and a little 🔥 for @blue-disco-lights. Happy birthday Julia 🥳 from me and @mybrainismelted 👯‍♀️

Summary: Mickey is an airline pilot who's world gets thrown upside down when his teenage crush suddenly appears as his co-pilot one day.

Rated: M

Read it now on ao3!

#new fic alert 🚨 #airline pilots au #Paris romance #ao3 fanfic #interrupted intimacy #a lot of it #rom com finish #ian x mickey #gallavich fanfic #gallavich #jrooc and mybrainismelted write

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You like the high school bleachers? Our spot, man.

#swoon

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gallavich kiss #43 please hehe

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#43: ...out of greed

Holy fuck.

Mickey Milkovich is in your bed.

If it hadn’t happened to you—if you couldn’t still taste the tang of his spunk in the back of your throat—you might not believe that it happened at all. Most have a better shot at winning the lottery than they do at seeing the business end of the permanently inked vines and chains that intertwine before disappearing beneath the cuff of Mickey’s rolled-up sleeves. In the three years you’ve been harboring a dangerous crush on your best friend and roommate’s brother, you’ve never known anyone who’s made the acquaintance of the huge blue lilies that bloom across his chest, swirling around soft pink nipples.

Until now.

Until you.

Holy fuck!

Mickey Milkovich is in your bed!

The previous night had seemed like any other Friday night: Mandy had insisted on having people over, and you were too impressed by her continual efforts to make friends to put up much of a fuss. Besides, you knew the chances were good that her foul-mouthed doppelgänger would show up before the night was over, a cigarette dangling from his sinful lips.

And you were right—ten minutes after midnight, your Southside Cinderella sauntered through the door and headed straight towards you, plopping his perfect ass down next to you on your ratty couch.

Long night? you’d asked, offering him a sip of your beer.

Your reward was a cock of his expressive brows and the pleasure of watching him swallow. ‘M just gettin’ started, Red.

You didn't expect the nickname, so it hit you square in the gut, which is how you found yourself in the alleyway behind your apartment building, smoking a spliff as Mickey’s greedy gaze roamed your recovering body.

Thanks to school and meds and a pair of lagoon-blue eyes, it’d been a minute since you’d gotten any real action. But historically, you'd been good at picking up what’s put down, and Mickey seemed to be laying his cards on your table, one lick of his slightly chapped lips at a time.

You could have blamed the weed seeping into your system, or maybe it was the primal pulse of the full moon overhead that made your blood sing and your hands itch... Either way, your belly burned too bright to bear, and before you could stop yourself, you shoved a shocked—but smiling—Mickey up against the wall.

Sorry, Mandy, you thought as you looped your fingers underneath her brother's gold chain necklace and pulled his hips flush against yours. The need was just too great, and your willpower was far too compromised to hold back any longer.

Your lips against his could have destroyed whole universes.

Funny thing was, you wouldn’t have cared one bit.

#hot damn 🔥🔥

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Guys, look!

It’s the gay, ginger Gallaghers who once kidnapped a baby and helped a Milkovich hide a body! Everyone say hi!

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site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

#life changing #the amount of weird things I’ve googled when I couldn’t remember the word #plank thingy to walk to an airplane #was the last one #writing resources #future reference #fic writers

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MICKEY MILKOVICH in SHAMELESS S5E10: South Side Rules

#Mickey caring for Ian is all I need in life #he got all the bs 🥺 #ian x mickey #noel fisher

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they went on their date ok..

#> #and they went on their date and everything was okay #gallavich