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smiley-milkovich · 17 hours
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You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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smiley-milkovich · 1 day
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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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smiley-milkovich · 4 days
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Eat me
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smiley-milkovich · 4 days
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Not me racing home every night after work thinking I’m going to read every fanfic i’ve missed out on but really I spend 2 hours each night searching for something to read then end up getting too tired once I’ve found something, so I go to sleep, wake up, go to work and repeat it all over again the next night :)
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smiley-milkovich · 6 days
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Sometimes Ian and Mickey put on a massive show of scream singing hero by enrique iglesias in their kitchen together
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smiley-milkovich · 12 days
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smiley-milkovich · 20 days
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mickey soft-domming ian in non-sexual ways
for example sensing when his husband wants some guidance through a task. it doesn't even have to be a particularly difficult task - he's literally stood there beside ian (and behind him) gently walking him through making dinner. giving him lots of "mhm, like that"s and "there ya go, big guy - looks good" and praise for doing a good job. the food is always bomb, and there's nothing quite as tasty as the proud smile that beams across ian's face.
another example is how mickey can sniff out when ian's being stubborn about basic care things. like when their schedule has been weird for the day so their routine is off, and ian insists that he's fine, but he definitely hasn't eaten enough and is being a huge crab-ass about it. but instead of nagging him, mickey will drop into his lap and peel open an orange or something for them, very quietly talking to him as he pops a slice into ian's mouth, and then one for himself.
sensing when ian wants to stop making decisions and just breathe. so he spreads his thighs and invites ian over to sit on the floor between them, facing him. and ian does it. happily. he's perfectly content to disengage as mickey leads his head to the side until he's resting against the inside of his leg, his eyes drifting shut as mickey cups his other cheek and slowly strokes his thumb over his face.
the positioning of it has ian's body relinquishing power by pure muscle memory alone. and sometimes he even falls asleep like that - his cheek smushed and a tiny drool spot dampening mickey's pants. (mickey lets him doze a little, and then eventually helps move him up onto the couch so he can lie down between his legs, the side of his face smushed into mickey's chest this time.) when ian lays with his full body-weight on top of him, mickey knows he's finally gotten exactly what he needs. which makes him feel relaxed too.
idk, just...non-sexual domming - extra soft style. i think about it a lot.
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smiley-milkovich · 20 days
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I WENT TO PULL UP THE PICTURE OF HOW I WANTED IT CUT AND GALLAVICH FULL TONGUE DOCK SCENE WAS BAM RIGHT THERE HUGE PICTURE SO AWKWARD KILL ME
Going to the hairdresser tomorrow getting bangs cut and I don’t even know how to ask for it lmao I’ve had the same haircut my entire life this is so awkward I haven’t been to the hairdresser for over 12 years when I was literally a kid 😄👍🏻
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smiley-milkovich · 21 days
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mickey + his beanie appreciation
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smiley-milkovich · 1 month
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More than anything.
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Mickey Milkovich and Ian Gallagher in Shameless 10x03
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smiley-milkovich · 1 month
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THATS ENOUGH SLICES 😫😤
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smiley-milkovich · 1 month
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Ian holding Mickey’s head in S11E12
for anon
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smiley-milkovich · 1 month
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I miss the way you say my name
The way you bend, the way you break
Your makeup running down your face
The way you fuck, the way you taste
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smiley-milkovich · 1 month
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😫😫😫😫
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smiley-milkovich · 2 months
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the scratches on ian's back are as frequent as the hickeys on mickey's neck 🤭 (he looks like he's been fighting cats)
The spray of the shower has Ian wincing, the hot water on his back making what was just a dull sting before now feel like fire across his skin.
He hisses and steps out of the spray, deciding to stick to perfunctorily washing only what's necessary for now. He's surprised Mickey decided against joining him in here. They'd both gotten pretty gross this afternoon. Everything that's dried and gotten tacky in Ian's pubes alone...he can't imagine how Mickey must be feeling right now.
When he's finished and drying himself off, touching the towel to the skin of his back feels like torture, and he whips it away only to find...blood? On one of their nice, new white towels?
He steps out of the bathtub and twists and turns in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what's going on. He's shocked to find a war zone on his back, scrapes and scratches much deeper and more numerous than he'd realized, swooping down and curving across his ribs.
"What the fuck? What the fucking...Mickey!"
He stomps out of the bathroom in search of the perpetrator of his grievous injuries, and unsurprisingly he finds him still in bed, naked and splayed and playing around on his phone.
"What." Mickey doesn't look up.
"Look what you did to me!" Ian turns around, presenting Mickey with his handiwork. "Put your phone down, asshole."
Mickey rolls his eyes and glances up over the top of his phone. He's fully floored by what he finds before him, shocked that this wasn't just a case of Ian being unnecessarily dramatic. "Jesus, what happened?!" He tosses his phone aside. "Are you bleeding? Get over here."
"You happened! Fuck, it hurts. It didn't hurt before, it hurts now. Is it real bad?"
"No, it's..." Mickey sits up and gestures for Ian to come closer. Ian backs up towards him so Mickey can get a good look. "Man... Okay, yeah, I did a number on ya."
"Could you clean it up?" Ian asks, turning around to face him. "Just like get some neosporin or something- What the fuck! What did I do to you!?"
"What!? What!?" Mickey frantically looks down at himself, touching his hands to his body to find that everything is apparently intact.
"Your neck!" Ian grabs his head to steady him, getting in close to inspect his own handiwork. "Oh my god, you can't go to work like this. I'll get arrested. They'll think I'm beating you."
"What the fuck did you do?" Mickey helplessly lets Ian tilt his head from side to side, allowing him his fretful inspection.
"Hickeys."
"Just fuckin' hickeys?"
"Mick, there's so many of them. What's wrong with me." He finally releases Mickey's head, sitting beside him and looking closely. "It's like I was trying to eat you."
"Well, yeah."
"And like you were trying to skin me alive, you freak."
"Okay, let's not-"
"We gotta chill out."
"No! What!? Ian, it was hot. Look, we'll clean up, I'll fuckin'...uh..."
"Wear a scarf to work."
Mickey fixes him with a look. "Fine," he deadpans. "You're lucky it's cold enough for that shit."
"A turtleneck under the camo. And the scarf."
"You need to calm the fuck down. It's not that bad."
Before Ian could pitch his protest, Mickey climbs onto his husband's lap, sitting astride him.
"I just showered and you're disgusting."
"Look," Mickey says, ignoring him. "I'm sorry I scratched you up. You were just getting me so good, you know?" He turns his voice teasing, his hand finding Ian's jaw to hold him in place and effectively distract him from his pique. "Like, really fuckin' good. Crazy good. Hittin' that spot." Lowers his voice, gets even closer. "Over and over. Didn't know what I was doing. And you just..."
"Couldn't help myself," Ian says, smiling, nosing up under Mickey's jaw, lips finding his neck. "Taste so good."
"Yeah..."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Mickey sighs, smiling, dropping his head back. "Just fuck me again."
"Don't wanna hurt you," Ian says as he lowers Mickey to the bed and gets over him. Fuck, it's almost too easy. Mickey grins wildly.
"Not even a little?"
"Maybe a little," Ian relents, kissing along Mickey's neck, across his shoulder. "Just don't touch my back."
"No promises."
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smiley-milkovich · 2 months
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mickey milkovich + wedding vows
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