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now? yes, now

#AHHHHH #JULISSA #THIS IS EVERYTHING

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#why do yall do this to me

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Fiona should get Jimmy-Steve as a little treat. But only after she’s stable enough it doesn’t matter if he’s a weasel. She can keep him like a pet.

yes i love this idea!! like a little pet for her!

#that’s all he’s good for let’s be honest #coming from a giant fiona and jimmy-steve truther #it’s a rough life #fiona gallagher #jimmysteve

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#mickey with pizza rolls #and barbecue pringles #and i’m guilty of that

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galladrabbles “blur”

hi! i’m here with another @galladrabbles with the prompt “blur” from @callivich !!! i just love this prompt here’s some 4x12 moments and then after that, everything is perfect and nothing bad happens and they live happily ever after!!!

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mickey’s eyes flutter open, his head overcome with a foggy haze. the entire day prior was a blur. where was he?

his eyes finally fully open, landing on the large freckled arm that grips him tight and hand that follows, engulfing his own. the fog clears, replaced with something much lighter, much clearer. it’s a warmth that fills the blur as he rubs his eyes and stroked his hands through ian’s firey red tuft of hair. a weight lifts from him as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, feeling okay for the first time in his life

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #galladrabbles #gallavich fic

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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

#who’s afraid of little old me #yall should be #i’m fucking crazy #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless

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“we, huh?” ficlet

i have another ficlet that i whipped up and made me jsksndjesj. i hope u guys enjoy it, i’m a little rusty so proceed with caution

Ian lays facing away from the door, comforter billowed around his bare chest, draped lazily across his arm. His head is buzzing, his thoughts shooting around a mile-a-minute yet he can’t seem to actually process a single one. He shuts his eyes tight, trying desperately to breathe through it. He’s been off for a few weeks now, under the false assumption that he narrowly escaped Mickey’s concern until he drops a small “you got an appointment tomorrow to get your meds fixed.” Initially, a rage filled him, sending a rush through his entire body and resulting in some snippy comment about how he can handle his own shit. Mickey didn’t react, just walked to where Ian sat, placed a quick peck on the top of his head and walked out of the room. After several hours of misery in company with his own thoughts, the anger was eventually replaced with a lingering guilty. It was a guilt he felt slightly too proud to admit, resulting in their conversations being limited for the rest of the day.

Mickey shuffles in, plopping down next to Ian in bed.

“Ay,” he finally settles, “i shouldnt’ve gone behind your back,” he fidgets, his head shifting down before Ian cuts him off.

Ian shuts his eyes, breathing through the initial anger that rose, landing on the understanding that it was all in his best interest. “It’s okay,” Ian turns to face him, head resting against his forearm, the former jumbled mess that was his mind now completely clear as his eyes catch sight of the gentle blue ones that stare back at him.

Mickey mirrors him, his head resting on his forearm as his hair sits in a messy black tuft against the pillow. “It’s gonna be alright, just gonna take a look at ya and make sure we get everything figured out.” His hands move to lightly trace Ian’s shoulder, going over every freckle and scar with a delicacy that only Ian knew.

Ian stares back for a moment, eyes fixated on the flutter of Mickey’s lashes as he spoke. Fuck, he loved this man.

“We, huh?” Ian scoots closer, the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the light red that flushes Mickey’s cheeks.

Mickey brushes it off, shifting onto his back mumbling a quick, “It’s you and me, Red.”

Ian smiles to himself, gaze fixed on the sight of his husband’s porcelain skin painted in a light dusting of freckles and a few scars that Ian traces delicately with his fingers, followed by a gentle peck. The curve of his nose, his lips, his lashes. He is nothing short of mesmerized.

“You must love me a whole lot then, huh ya softie?” Ian teases

Mickey lifts his arm behind his head and shutting his eyes, “like it’s breathing, Gallagher,” he huffs casually. He nods his head, gesturing for Ian to come closer.

Ian’s heart beats out of his chest threatening to land promptly before him on the bed as he stifles a small laugh. He’s never short of amused and enthralled by his husband’s ability to say the most romantic things in the most nonchalant nature. Mickey knows it makes Ian bashful and giddy like a teenage girl so of course he slips one in whenever he can.

He feels Ian’s eyes burning a hole in him, “And I don’t wanna hear shit about it, we all know you’re the soft one,” he cuts his eyes over, “now would you get your ass over here i’m fuckin’ exhausted.”

Ian happily complies, shifting to lay his head against Mickey’s chest. His large, freckles hand reaches to grab Mickey’s, nearly completely engulfing it as he rubs small, soothing circles with his thumb while his other hand mimicks on his stomach. Mickey digs his face deep into the tuft of curls, inhaling slightly and placing a small kiss on his head as both drift slowly to sleep.

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Family photo🧡

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galladrabbles “blur”

sooo here is another @galladrabbles with the prompt “blur” from @callivich ! ian wakes up from an episode and mickey is there to ease the anxiety a bit

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ian rolls over, his arm landing on the empty mattress beside him. he rubs his eyes, his mind a complete blur. what time is it? his body aches as he throws crawls out of bed and shuffles downstairs.

“hey sleepyhead,” mickey greets him with a warm grin in attempt to mask his concern.

“hey,” ian looks around, the last few days still foggy, “what-“

“don’t worry about it,” mickey cuts him off, handing him a mug with steam billowing from the top. “let’s get you somethin’ to eat.”

ian complies, sitting on the barstool as mickey shuttles about, filling him in on the mundane details of his life from the past few days.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #galladrabbles #gallavich fic #mickey being the loml bc he is the loml #i hope this is exactly 100 words #i didn’t count and hoped for the best

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LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN

and i’m supposed to be OKAY?? this is THEM and i’m supposed to just move on with my life??

#fiona #baby i’m so sorry #i love you always #FIONA GALLAGHER COME HOME #THE KIDS MISS YOU

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and i’m supposed to be OKAY?? this is THEM and i’m supposed to just move on with my life??

#ok but this and the prophecy being very early seasons fiona coded #<- ohmygod #the prophecy and early seasons fiona…. #ling why do you say these things that hurt me so bad

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and i’m supposed to be OKAY?? this is THEM and i’m supposed to just move on with my life??

#shitposting again #i can’t stop #this song has plagued me #it is about them #fuck you jimmysteve #but i also miss them #in a twisted way #shameless #fiona gallagher #jimmysteve #fiona and jimmysteve #fiona x jimmysteve

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fictional world tag game :p

hi so i just love reading about everyone’s fav movies and tv shows and fictional worlds and what not so here’s a little tag game if you’d like to participate!

favorite fictional character from a movie? idk why i did this to myself bc that’s so difficult but.. prob amy march (2019 little women)

favorite fictional character from tv? y’all already know… mickey milkovich till the day i die🫡 (honorable mention to fiona gallagher and dean winchester)

favorite fictional character of all time? ….once again that dark haired blue eyed gay from that show that ruined my brain

if you could be irl friends with any three fictional characters, who? dean winchester (he would hate me), lupe garcia, mickey and ian (they come as a package deal and would genuinley despise me:p)

favorite fictional couple: ….do i even need to say🧑🏻🧑🏻‍🦰 (boooooo)

okay, you can only choose one fictional character to get stranded on and island with: i’m choosing dean winchester hands down

one fictional world you would hate to be a part of: umbrella academy..that shit would stress me tf out i couldn’t handle it

one fictional world you would love to be a part of: …probably supernatural 😔

your “HEAR ME OUT” fictional couple: listen…fiona and jimmysteve OKAY LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN

and finally, something you’re looking forward to this week? hozier concert in a few days 🫵🏻

if you would like to participate with me, pls do! i’ll tag some peeps @mickeysgaymom @creepkinginc @heymrspatel @callivich @gallawitchxx @mybrainismelted @krysmiss @jademickian @transmickey @such-a-barbarian @francesrose3 @lingy910y @depressedstressedlemonzest @darlingian @iandarling @energievie @michellemisfit and anyone else :p

#tag game #i’m just bored and love interacting with peeps #so yay!

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“we, huh?” ficlet

i have another ficlet that i whipped up and made me jsksndjesj. i hope u guys enjoy it, i’m a little rusty so proceed with caution

Ian lays facing away from the door, comforter billowed around his bare chest, draped lazily across his arm. His head is buzzing, his thoughts shooting around a mile-a-minute yet he can’t seem to actually process a single one. He shuts his eyes tight, trying desperately to breathe through it. He’s been off for a few weeks now, under the false assumption that he narrowly escaped Mickey’s concern until he drops a small “you got an appointment tomorrow to get your meds fixed.” Initially, a rage filled him, sending a rush through his entire body and resulting in some snippy comment about how he can handle his own shit. Mickey didn’t react, just walked to where Ian sat, placed a quick peck on the top of his head and walked out of the room. After several hours of misery in company with his own thoughts, the anger was eventually replaced with a lingering guilty. It was a guilt he felt slightly too proud to admit, resulting in their conversations being limited for the rest of the day.

Mickey shuffles in, plopping down next to Ian in bed.

“Ay,” he finally settles, “i shouldnt’ve gone behind your back,” he fidgets, his head shifting down before Ian cuts him off.

Ian shuts his eyes, breathing through the initial anger that rose, landing on the understanding that it was all in his best interest. “It’s okay,” Ian turns to face him, head resting against his forearm, the former jumbled mess that was his mind now completely clear as his eyes catch sight of the gentle blue ones that stare back at him.

Mickey mirrors him, his head resting on his forearm as his hair sits in a messy black tuft against the pillow. “It’s gonna be alright, just gonna take a look at ya and make sure we get everything figured out.” His hands move to lightly trace Ian’s shoulder, going over every freckle and scar with a delicacy that only Ian knew.

Ian stares back for a moment, eyes fixated on the flutter of Mickey’s lashes as he spoke. Fuck, he loved this man.

“We, huh?” Ian scoots closer, the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the light red that flushes Mickey’s cheeks.

Mickey brushes it off, shifting onto his back mumbling a quick, “It’s you and me, Red.”

Ian smiles to himself, gaze fixed on the sight of his husband’s porcelain skin painted in a light dusting of freckles and a few scars that Ian traces delicately with his fingers, followed by a gentle peck. The curve of his nose, his lips, his lashes. He is nothing short of mesmerized.

“You must love me a whole lot then, huh ya softie?” Ian teases

Mickey lifts his arm behind his head and shutting his eyes, “like it’s breathing, Gallagher,” he huffs casually. He nods his head, gesturing for Ian to come closer.

Ian’s heart beats out of his chest threatening to land promptly before him on the bed as he stifles a small laugh. He’s never short of amused and enthralled by his husband’s ability to say the most romantic things in the most nonchalant nature. Mickey knows it makes Ian bashful and giddy like a teenage girl so of course he slips one in whenever he can.

He feels Ian’s eyes burning a hole in him, “And I don’t wanna hear shit about it, we all know you’re the soft one,” he cuts his eyes over, “now would you get your ass over here i’m fuckin’ exhausted.”

Ian happily complies, shifting to lay his head against Mickey’s chest. His large, freckles hand reaches to grab Mickey’s, nearly completely engulfing it as he rubs small, soothing circles with his thumb while his other hand mimicks on his stomach. Mickey digs his face deep into the tuft of curls, inhaling slightly and placing a small kiss on his head as both drift slowly to sleep.

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I love you. It means we take care of each other. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.

#oh so the idea is to upset me #to have me crawling up the walls #they mean more to me than i could ever describe

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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

#pls tell me yall have seen this twitter trend #shameless #my literal family #like my people #i miss them so bad