#Kash & Grab Boys

[michellemisfit]

Thank you @dynamic-power for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt: Room for more

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“It’s freezing, let’s go inside.”

Ian tries for casual, but knows he sounds hopeful.

Mickey’s torn between bravery for Ian’s sake - and wanting to run and never look back.

Ian takes Mickey’s hand and starts up the stairs. On the first step he jars to a halt, tethered out here in the cold by Mickey's refusal to move and his own refusal to let go.

“C’mon. Always room for one more. No one will question it.”

Ian waits. And hopes.

And waits.

After a full 60 seconds of silence, Mickey finally huffs an icy breath… and starts up the stairs.

.

#galladrabbles #ian x mickey #Kash & Grab boys #Gallavich #mickey x ian #shameless #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

mickey milkovich x nude, radiohead

i don’t think that anybody can disagree that 1x07 is the episode where we learn the most about mickey milkovich. no, i don’t mean he showed any development or anything like that, but we learned something about him that made him significant for the rest of the show. something that never leaves, something that is important to him. in 1x07, we learn that mickey milkovich is gay, and we learn that he is willing to sleep with ian gallagher (even when his father and sister are in the house).

in 1x06, mickey kind of has an interaction with ian that we later see and are like, “yeah, he’s totally gay”, but back then it wasn’t stated that mickey was gay. mickey steals shit from the kash and grab, and he tells ian, “you know where i live if you have a problem” kind of instigating that ian should come over.

but in 1x07, mickey has stolen the gun from the kash and grab, and ian goes to mickey’s house equipped with a tyre iron, ready to take it back.

the “i want the gun back, mickey” scene needs no introduction or explanation. we all know what happened. we all watched in awe as mickey stood over ian and both of their breaths evened out and they made contact and… bam! they’re getting undressed, just like that.

later on, we are no stranger to gallavich and fighting then fucking. it’s something many people know them for, the fact that they’ll literally beat the shit out of each other and then immediately get on each other. but here, it was supposed to be for shock value because shameless utilizes shock value. to those who didn’t know gallavich was going to happen, watching mickey, the thug who had literally just attempted murder on ian, undress and fuck ian was surprising. later on, we can understand why it happened, but we were supposed to be shocked.

so, here’s where nude by radiohead comes in.

terry wakes up from a nap and goes to take a piss in mickey’s room (there’s a bathroom in there, he isn’t just pissing in it, lol). in there, ian and mickey are naked under mickey’s covers. around them, we see a poster of a woman and we also see a drawing mickey made that says “fuck love”.

so when terry comes out of the bathroom and looks at them both, he doesn’t do what season 3 terry does, he simply says “put some clothes on, you two look like a couple of fags!” and it’s a comical scene because, what the fuck, terry, aren’t you a homophobic murderer? you woke up to grunts and crashes coming from mickey’s room, then when you came in he and another boy are naked in his bed… what do you think they were doing?

so when mickey does put some clothes on, he puts on a radiohead shirt.

the shirt says “you’ll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking” and those are the last lyrics of the radiohead song “nude”.

so for those who haven’t listened to the song, here’s my analysis of why this song is associated with mickey milkovich and how it ends up foreshadowing his entire character for the next four seasons.

“don’t get any big ideas

they’re not gonna happen”

literally this scene. mickey caves and gives ian the gun back because lets be honest, it was really just bait. ian leans in to kiss him, and mickey has a look in his eyes where you can tell he wants to, but he can’t. he built this wall up years ago and he’s already cursing himself for letting it come down. terry instructed him to get dressed, and he puts on this shirt. and he’s trying to put this carefully constructed mask back on but he’s struggling. and so, he pushes ian away, “kiss me and i’ll cut your fucking tounge out”. there’s no malice in his tone, it’s a threat, but it isn’t threatening.

“you paint yourself white

and fill up with noise

but there'll be something missing”

mickey hiding in the closet, marrying svetlana, being a father to yevgeny, trying to act like the perfect son of terry. he still has this mask on and he tries to hide who he is but alas, he can’t. he loves ian too much and when he gets married and pushes him away, he’s still gay and in love.

“now that you found it

it’s gone”

upon being married, he tells ian that they can still bang. maybe being married to a woman makes him feel a bit more secure because although he despises it and it’s crushing him, he can keep his whole “king of the southside” thing. now that he’s married and unhappy, terry’s satisfied, and that’s all that matters- well, at one point it was. so he tells ian that they can still fuck, but suddenly, ian isn’t as eager and easy as he once was, and he leaves. he’s gone.

“now that you feel it

you don't

you’ve gone off the rails”

he’s out, he’s with ian, he has ian. things are supposed to be fine- but they’re not. ian’s unstable and has been hospitalized, and mickey breaks. he gets shitfaced and cuts his cheek and cries into ian’s jacket. that wall he once built up? the chest he puffed up, the posters he hung, the tattoos he got, they all mean nothing. it’s all gone. the wall and mask are gone, he’s more fragile than he once was. ian’s broken and it’s simultaneously breaking him too.

“so don't get any big ideas

they're not gonna happen”

this line is so mickey in s5, s6, s7, and s10. ian calling him and mickey running to see ian. he has hope. but no, ian breaks up with him, mickey is arrested, and when ian visits he desperately wants ian back. he tattoos ian’s name on his chest, specifically over his heart, and he practically pleads for ian to stay. then, mickey and ian are fleeing to mexico, and for a second, he has hope again. he fantasizes about he and ian at the beach, ian’s freckled skin being sunburnt, them swimming in the ocean together. for once, he can imagine his dreams being true. but they aren’t. he and ian are getting their marriage license, but ian’s hand wavers over the dotted line and he gives mickey that look and mickey breaks (…ian’s leg. lol). he keeps getting his hopes up and everytime he scolds himself for it because he just ends up hopeless.

then finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for,

“you'll go to hell

for what your dirty mind

is thinking”

it’s in the 1x07 scene i’m talking about. terry instructs mickey to get dressed, he does, and he puts on a shirt that says this. and in that shirt, he seems odd. the confidence we see him have in 1x03 is no longer there. he doesn’t necessarily look vulnerable, but he isn’t the mickey he pretends to be. he caves and returns the gun, which was just bait for ian to come anyway, and he refuses to make eye contact with ian, but when he does, it’s almost coy? he’s ashamed. he’s thinking of things he know would get him killed and he hates himself for it. terry will end him if he finds out, and yes, he has the posters, the reputation, the persona, the tattoos, the guns, etc. but in the end, it’s all an act, and we can see it. the way he licks his lips, the way his eyes won’t focus, his body language says so much.

#aria’s yapping again #i’ve lost 8 followers within the last day so i’m praying gallavich meta will save my blog #shameless #gallavich #gallavich meta #shameless meta #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #terry milkovich #shameless us #radiohead #1x07 #meta #please don’t let this flop #it took hours

[crestfallercanyon]

I think Ian would love when Mickey takes long showers.

The rest of the Gallaghers try to complain, and Ian would shut that shit down immediately. Mickey rarely does something so self-indulgent that isn't, y'know, a violent impulse. This is something that no one else gets to see, this isn't Mickey putting on a toughness show, this isn't anything but Mickey taking care of Mickey and Ian loves that for him. Wants him to have that for as long as he can.

Because here's the thing -- Ian remembers the filthy dirty boy he used to fuck in the Kash and Grab.

While Ian never judged Mickey for it (hell, who hasn't experienced a water shut off or heater shortage in Southside?) he knew that Mickey experienced it worst than most. Half the neighborhood called Mickey smelly for fuck's sake, it was well known that Mickey was not clean.

I also imagine Mickey had to fake-it-til-you-make-it in feeling okay with being that dirty. He stopped taking frequent showers or bothering with any hygiene products because he knew the Milkoviches only had so much hot water (or water in general). Terry got first dibs because if he didn't get what he wanted then his piss-poor mood would dictate how everyone's day's went.

Then, Mickey gave next priority to Mandy. Mandy's a girl, which when he was younger didn't really mean anything to him, until she came home wildly upset about being dirty, about how all the girls wouldn't stop pointing out how awful she smelled, how she got her period and the bloodstains were still in her clothes and she didn't have enough water to clean them out but she didn't have any more clean clothes, and fuck, Mickey realized girls were fucking mean when it came to shit like that, and Mickey never wanted her to deal with that ever again. After that, Mickey made sure Mandy had enough water to stay clean, to be orderly, because Mandy cared and Mandy deserved to feel good about herself.

If his brothers were home, they'd get it next, because they somehow always smelled worse than Mickey did. However, that was rarely a problem, and a lot of the time after Terry and Mandy they didn't really have much left in the tank anyway.

So Mickey learned to not care. Not care about being gross and disgusting and feeling itchy at times. To smell clothes and while it was sharp to his nose it was whatever. So something gave him a rash once, he can fucking live. Everyone seems to look at him like he's even more dangerous when he's filthy, so it comes with its own perks, right? Who cares if some nights he couldn't really sleep. He's a kid, and who fucking cares, he's probably not living that long anyway.

But as Mickey starts having more people care about him (and care more about himself in turn) things change in his head. Even when he comes back in season 7, he is nowhere near as covered in dirt as he was when he was young. And while some of this can be chalked up to not being a kid anymore, that's certainly not most of it. The self-loathing he had no longer manifests so outwardly, he's no longer living in a burn out and die young mindset, and he's got people who he gives a shit what they think about him. He wants to try to like himself the way other people (Ian) likes him. Which means being fucking clean.

So he starts to take long showers. And he realizes that, yeah, he likes the feel of having hot water on him, melting the day away. Likes having the assurance that he can have this without being covered in blood and needing to medically clean out the wound (if he'd even do it then). He likes... taking showers. Being clean. Having clean clothes. And Ian, of course, notices.

So, when Ian can hear Mickey taking a shower, and taking his fucking time and actually taking care of himself, Ian freaking loves it. Doesn't let anyone bother Mickey about the water, doesn't let anyone tell him what soaps to use or not use. It's all for his disposal.

And when Mickey's done, Ian will open the door and join Mickey in with the steamy bathroom. Before Mickey can utter a single word about it (most days he'll try to crack something self-deprecating, not quite broaching sorry but as close as he usually gets; on particularly vulnerable days he will try to genuinely apologize) Ian kisses him. Tells him he smells good. Tells him he looks good. Ian's a big fan of positive reinforcement. He's also a big fan of the smile on Mickey's face when he's feeling good about himself.

Ian of course wishes he could get Mickey to feel good about himself every day, but, it's a work in progress just like everything else. Mickey's got to unlearn a childhood built on the belief that he was barely worth garbage. That takes time. Ian gets it.

An easy place to start, though? Enjoying when his man takes his long hot showers.

#shameless headcanon #shameless (us) #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #this headcanon kind of blurred perspective but oh well #the amount of neglect that all of them went through jesus #period #mandy milkovich #the milkoviches

[mickittotheman]

hii 🤗 for the kiss trope: Gallavich and 11 or 49

Hi!!! 🤗🤗🤗

49. ...out of necessity

Ian sighs, drumming his fingers against sun bleached red plastic. Debbie pops out of the water for the millionth time, shoving her soaked hair out of her face and turning to beam at Ian excitedly. He gives her a stained smile and a halfhearted thumbs up.

Okay, yeah, he could probably be more enthusiastic. That had been a pretty impressive flip. 

But he’s tired, and he’s bored, and he feels like he’s cooking in the sun, the shade of the ripped umbrella above him not nearly enough. By the end of the summer, he’ll be nothing but one big freckle. 

It's a good gig. They need the money. He’s been trying to avoid the Kash and Grab, trying to avoid Kash. The pay is decent, and his siblings get free admission. He’d been excited about the prospect of maybe helping someone, maybe saving someone, maybe being the hero for once.

So far, he’s only had to save the occasional bee, and, on one notable occasion, a rat.

He sighs again. Gazes at the water longingly. He wishes he could jump in. He wishes something exciting would happen.

He scans the surface again, scans the perimeter, looking for trouble. It’s busy today. Crowded. Probably because it’s hot as fuck.

There’s a few people from school he recognizes, but there's one group in particular he’s been eyeing, one person in particular.

Mickey Milkovich.

Ian’s never actually talked to him before. But he’s seen him. 

He leaning his back against the fence, smoke wafting up from his lips to the “No Smoking” sign posted just above his head. He’s hot as fuck– in every sense of the word. He’s wearing all black. Black tee with the sleeves cut off, black ripped jeans, black heavy boots. He’s in the shade, but Ian can see the sweat glistening on his skin from all the way over here, and it’s kinda making his mouth water.

He swallows. Looks away. Inevitably looks back.

Mickey’s sister is sunbathing face down on a lounge chair, a skimpy black two piece on her steadily reddening skin, a handful of boys drooling over her, only kept at bay by Mickey’s glare. One of the other Milkovich brothers is there– Iggy? Colin? Ian can never tell them apart– but he’s preoccupied, having ditched guard dog duty in favor of rubbing sunscreen onto some college girl’s back.

He forces himself to focus on the water again. If a kid dies because he was too busy thinking with his dick he’d never live it down.

He’s trying so hard not to look. He blames that on why he misses the initial commotion. When he finally glances over at the sound of raised voices Mandy is standing up, a red mark the shape of a handprint on her ass and a murderous expression on her face. Mickey is already decking the one Ian assumes is the culprit.

Shit.

Ian fumbles for the little whistle around his neck.

Mickey whips around at the shrill noise with a glare, and the other guy seizes the opportunity to shove Mickey into the pool and run.

There’s gasping. Some yelling. A few people scatter, not wanting to be around for when Mickey clambers out and goes fucking ballistic.

But Mickey doesn’t clamber out. He sinks to the bottom in a mess of flailing limbs. 

Shit. 

Ian is in the water in a heartbeat. The shock of cold against his flushed skin is jarring, but he barely pays it any mind. Mandy had jumped in too, and together they manage to haul Mickey up and out and onto the searing hot pavement.

“Shit, Mickey, come on you stupid shithead,” Mandy mutters, smacking at his face.

“I need you to move,” Ian says, and he’s distantly shocked by how calm he sounds.

She doesn’t put up a fight like he was expecting, just scrambles back to give Ian room.

He’s only ever had to do this on crusty foam dummies, but miraculously, muscle memory takes over. He starts compressions. Quick, quicker than you think they should be but not too quick, deep but not too deep. He reaches thirty. Moves his hands up, tips Mickey’s head back, ducks down.

He barely has his lips sealed over Mickey’s when Mickey gasps.

It’s not as romantic as it is in the movies. 

The first thing Mickey does is turn his head and cough up a mixture of chlorinated water and bile. The second thing he does is start biting out curses and kicking.

“Shit,” Ian hisses, scrambling out of range of Mickey’s heavy boots.

“Mickey, Mick, stop,” Mandy scolds, slapping at Mickey again. 

Mickey’s gaze darts around, taking in the situation, the way Mandy is pale and wide eyed, the fact that his clothes are soaked through, the people standing around gawking. 

His skin goes pink. He scowls mutinously. “What the fuck are you people looking at?”

People look away so fast, Ian wouldn’t be surprised if they had whiplash.

Ian laughs, nearly giddy with adrenaline and relief. “Come on. I can get you a towel.” 

And some privacy, goes unsaid, but Mickey picks up on it anyways. He drags himself up, unsuccessfully trying to bat away Mandy’s and Ian's arms as they hook under his shoulders. 

They find the second lifeguard in the locker room with a fresh hickey on his neck and a giggling blonde clinging to him. He goes wide eyed when he sees them, shoves the girl away unceremoniously. “Holy fuck. What happened?”

Ian rolls his eyes. “I’ve got it covered. Will you please just go do your fucking job while I handle this?”

“Don’t need your fucking help,” Mickey grouses. Ian and Mandy ignore him and wrangle him into sitting on one of the benches. “Where the fuck is Iggy?”

“He went to chase after that guy. I’m gonna go grab our bag before someone steals it.” Mandy pats Mickey on the shoulder once. Turns to the door. Pauses with just one foot out to look back.

She bites her lip. Drags her gaze up and down Ian’s form, lingering on his lips, on his still heaving chest, on where his wet swim trunks are clinging to him. “Thank you. For saving my brother. I owe you one.”

“Oh. Oh.” Ian feels his ears go red. He occupies himself with fumbling around in his locker for his towel. “Uh, thank you, but it was nothing, I–”

The door slams shut, Mandy already gone.

“Shit.” Ian sighs. Closes his eyes for a moment. Rubs at his forehead.

Mickey eyes him skeptically and snatches the towel Ian holds out to him. “You know by ‘owe you one’, she means a blowie, right?”

Ian burns even redder. Doesn’t quite manage to keep the grimace off his face. “Yeah.”

“What? You think you're too good for her?” Mickey sneers, bristling like a porcupine.

“No, no! She’s just. Uh. Not my type.”

Mickey glowers at him. Scowls. “What are you, a fucking fag or something?”

Fuck. Mickey wouldn't kill the guy who just saved his life, right? 

Right?

Mickey scowls even harder when Ian flounders. Brings his tattooed fingers up to rub at his mouth. “I oughtta cut your fucking tongue out for putting your goddamn lips on me like that.”

“Trust me, I didn’t exactly enjoy it,” Ian snarks, and he swears, he swears, he sees something like disappointment flash through Mickey’s eyes. Something like hurt. 

His breath stutters. He swallows hard.

“I mean. I didn't exactly get the chance to.”

Mickey freezes.

Ian holds his breath.

Mickey stands abruptly. Tosses the towel towards Ian's chest. Stomps towards the door. 

Oh.

Ian deflates a bit.

Well. Could be worse. Mickey could have straight up murdered him.

Mickey pauses just inside the doorway, one foot out. Looks back. Shoves his tongue out to lick at the corner of his mouth. Looks Ian up and down with a cocked brow. “I owe you one.”

Ian’s eyes widen, but Mickey’s already gone.

send me a number~

#i will most likely come back and do 11 too so keep an eye out!!! #prompt games #gallavich #my scribblings #is this unrealistic? yes. do i care? yes. but i am trying very hard not to #cmonnnnn they do it in movies all the time #let me get away with it just this one pretty please???🥺

[lovergirly]

Lip gallagher x reader

So, I’m back! I love Lip. He’s hands down one of the best written characters. I have a whole story I want to set up with Lip and this Rich reader where they are polar opposites. I’m not proud of this, but this might be a little snippet of what it’s like after they’re already in an established relationship. but please help me come up with ideas for this!!! send in requests or messages or anything to help me come up with ideas!!

“have fun at cheer practice y/n!”

“I will mom, but i’m sleeping at katie’s house afterwards”

“that’s fine, see you tomorrow!”

You weren’t really going to cheer practice. In fact, you were going to your boyfriends house to stay the night. You see, you come from a wealthy side of town, and if your parents found out you were hanging out with the Gallagher kids… you don’t even want to know. You get into your expensive car and slowly make you way to the poorer side of chicago. On the way there you decide to walk into the Kash And Grab to grab a pack of cigarettes and a bottle for tonight.

“Hi Ian! You getting off work soon?”

“Hi y/n, i’ll be out soon! better save me some of that bottle.”

“you know it. want me to drive you home?”

he thinks about it for a second than concludes, “I’m okay, I’ll let you and Lip do your thing before I get home,” he says with a giggle.

You laugh as he rings up your stuff.

“i’ll save you a few shots when you get back.”

Pulling up to the Gallaghers, you felt at home. you walk in without knocking and immediately you’re invited to the chaos. V and Fi are screaming to each other about how they need to go to another club, Debbie and Carl and arguing, and Liam is just running around scribbling on some walls.

“hey guys”

you hear a chorus of “Y/NS” and you promise to talk to them as soon as you see Lip and get settled in. You go upstairs to the boys shared room and knock.

“you don’t have to knock y/n I know it’s you.”

you step in the room and see your boyfriend sitting at a small desk with a blunt in his mouth and pencil in hand, scribbling down answers to homework.

“watcha doingg?”

“this football players homework. said he’d give me $50 to write this essay for him.”

“well how about you rest on that for tonight because look what I got!” you flash him your bottle and cigarettes as he smiles and pulls you in for a quick hug and kiss.

“ugh I missed you baby. how was your day?”

“good! I went to the mall with hannah then I came here. do you like my new skirt?” you start shaking your ass a little as he goes to slap it.

“it’s hot for sure.”

eventually you and Lip settle in and you’re both pouring shots for each other while sharing a blunt. You’ve never been happier. Lip is able to make even the smallest things romantic. even while you can hear his family screaming about this that and the other downstairs. even when you’re in a shitty romeo and juliet like situation. even when everyone is rooting against you. you love him and he loves you.

#fanfic #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #shameless #lip gallagher x reader #ian gallagher #shameless x reader

[secret-gallavich]

Shameless Whumptober Masterlist

just a list of all the shameless whump fics i wrote in october

Safety Net

tw suicidal thoughts

Mickey has always been there for Ian, even when he's in Mexico and Ian wants to jump off a bridge.

Solitary Confinement

tw mistreatment of mental illness

Ian’s meds were bound to get out of whack at some point in their prison stay.

Made To Watch

tw implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/referenced child abuse

Ian and Mickey go to a couple’s therapist once a month.

Outnumbered

tw implied/referenced rape/non-con , implied/referenced underage sex , child abuse

Laura Milkovich is 19 years old when she gives birth to her third baby, Mikhailo. It’s the 10th of August in 1994, her husband is in jail and she’s a mother once again

You Said You'd Never Leave

tw suicidal thoughts

Ian comes home from the hospital and Mickey isn't there.

Insomnia

Mickey thought he was just having trouble adjusting to the new surroundings of living in the Westside. He’s not used to the quietness, he’s feeling homesick or the moon is too fucking bright.

Infection

Mickey’s never felt…normal when it comes to Ian. Ian makes him weird and do things he’d never normally do. Like get a tattoo of his name on his chest in prison.

Makeshift Bandages

Mickey hides an injury from Ian while working at the Kash 'N' Grab

Leave Me Alone

tw horror, mistreatment of mental illness, murder, dead dove: do not eat, paranormal, major character death

Ian's convinced something is haunting their apartment. Mickey realises he's telling the truth when it's too late.

Drugging

tw drugged, date rape drug

Mickey’s started going to the club with Ian just to make sure no one takes advantage of him. He lets Ian do his thing, give out lapdances, sweet talk them for some extra cash but he’s always stepping in when they go too far.

Floral Bouquet

tw major character death

Ian passes by a flower shop every day on his morning runs but can't bring himself to go inside.

You Will Regret Touching Them

tw implied/referenced child abuse

S03E06 but it goes differently.

Mickey feels like he’s going to throw up at any second.

He’s got a boy spending the night with him. Not just any boy, Ian. Ian is staying the night and he’s trying to play it casual but he can’t stop glancing over at the red head just to make sure he’s really there.

Don't Move

Mickey is allergic to bees and fucking hates spring

Who's There?

tw thriller, horror

Mickey is home alone and starts hearing noises outside the house.

Storm

tw implied/referenced rape, child abuse, internalised homophobia

Mickey's feeling post S03E06.

The hooker is still here, looking just as scared as he is and putting her purple dress back on under Terry’s watchful eyes. He throws her a bag of coke and she fumbles to catch it. Terry won’t stop glaring at her and Mickey takes it as his chance to look at Ian’s empty spot. He’d taken his clothes, wasn’t sure if Ian was allowed to get changed here or if he left in his boxers.

You Look Awful

tw gay bashing, hatecrime

Ian laughs next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him close and Mickey laughs back and turns his body into Ian’s. Adrenaline is running through his body and he feels so fucking good right now, it’s the best high he’s ever had.

Mickey's feelings post coming out

Bloody Knife

Ian wasn’t expecting their little trip back to the Southside to end up like this.

‘This’ being the emergency room because Mickey somehow got himself stabbed.

Borrowed Clothes

tw suicidal thoughts, psych ward

The first 24 hours are the hardest.

It’s full of regret on his own behalf, self-loathing and running thoughts of ‘what if’. What if he had been paying more attention, what if he wasn’t so focused on work, what if Mickey had been a good husband?

Body Modifications

tw implied/referenced child abuse

Mickey's always had a love hate relationship with his knuckle tattoos

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #whumptober #whump #fanfic

[southsidestory]

Chapter 2: Time to Collect

Mickey has made the Kash and Grab his go-to shoplifting spot. Mr. Lewandowski should send Kash a thank you card; that old polack has been trying to run Mickey out of his corner store for the last five years.

Ian works late shifts on Fridays, so he’s the one at the register when Mickey swings by at quarter to midnight. He picks up a can of barbecue Pringles, puts it back. A box of Twinkies, puts it back. A Kit Kat, puts it back. 

“Where’s the king-size?” Mickey asks.

Ian stares at him flatly. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not letting you steal anything.”

“Sure, you aren’t.” Mickey plants his palms on the counter. “You ever go home, asswipe? Every time I come in here, you’re stocking shelves or brown-nosing customers or doing some other dumb shit.”

“That’s called working. You might’ve heard of it.”

Mickey swipes his wrist over his mouth to erase his smile. “Sounds like a waste of time to me. There’s a lot easier ways to get money.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you educate me.”

Fuck, he’s hot when he smirks like that, all snarky and lopsided.

Mickey makes himself laugh. “What, you a vice cop now? Officer Gallagher gonna get me to incriminate myself?”

“Screw that. Couldn’t pay me a million bucks to be a pig.”

Now it’s easy to laugh for real.

“Guess you’re too good for the police academy, Mr. ROTC.” Mickey picks up a packet of Big Red and turns it between his fingers. “Saving your cherry for the U.S. Army to pop when they fuck you over?”

Ian blushes like gingers always do, pink rushing to fill the pale spaces between his freckles. “That’s different. The Army protects us from foreign threats. Police are supposed to protect civilians inside our borders, but they usually go after the people who need the most help.”

“Look at that, Ian Gallagher’s swallowed the military propaganda whole.” Mickey mimes knocking back a shot. “Washed it down with some Kool-Aid, I bet.”

“Look at that, Mickey Milkovich knows the word ‘propaganda.’ That’s like sixteen points in Scrabble before bonuses.” Ian scrunches up his nose. “Course, you’d have to be able to spell it.”

Smug piece of shit.

“I’d also have to be a fucking loser who plays board games.”

Mickey rips open the Big Red packet, unwraps the foil around a slice, and pops it in his mouth. Cinnamon burns his tongue, but it’s a good heat.

“That’s ninety-five cents,” Ian says.

Mickey chews the gum with his mouth open, as loudly and obnoxiously as he can. “Your math’s off.”

“There’s no math, Mickey. The price is on the label.”

Mickey glances over the torn packet. “Fourteen pieces of gum. Ninety-five cents for all of them. I only ate one, so I owe you seven cents—that’s rounding up, so I’m being real generous here.”

Count those points, asshole.

Mickey pulls all the money out of his coat pocket—a few crumpled twenties and a handful of coins—and picks out a dime to throw on the counter. It bounces right at Ian, who barely catches it before it goes over the edge.

Mickey leaves the rest of the gum behind, says, “Keep the change,” and walks out smiling.

Read all of Chapter 2 on AO3

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AN: You might recognize this snippet, which I used as a teaser a while back. I made a few changes, but the point stays the same: dumb boys flirting through shoplifting.

Love you @bawlbrayker and @hamspamandjamsandwich who are the best betas a girl could ask for <3

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[jessij1997]

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Hope you enjoy my writing 😁 so # 37 "I would love to bend you over the counter."

It always was like a hurricane in Ians stomach when Mickey entered the Kash and Grab and takes what he wants. His thoughts spinned around the older boy and pictures of a naked back, a twitching, leaking cock and pink lips fleshed behind his inner eye. He might was the dirtiest white boy in America but Ian was fucking obsessed with his thug attitude, the chuckle tattoos and his impatience when Ian teased him with his cock on his hole.

Things changed a bit when Mickey finally kissed Ian in the middle of the day in the wrecked van the first time. Mickey was the same shit talking thug but Ian was a bit more in love since this day. They didn't kiss often, especially not in broad daylight, but when they did it was like a storm in Ian's chest. And sometimes he thought he suspected that Mick felt the same way Ian did.

When Mickey invited him to the sleepover when they put the cans of tomato soup in the shelfs at the Kash’n’Grab, he couldn't help himself and smiled. Almost grinned and knewed Mickey has to feel the same way he did. Why the fuck should Mickey Milkovich invite him to his house when he didn't like him more than a fuckbuddy?

Once the Van Damme movie was over and the pizza rolls were eaten they shared another joint and chit-chating about Mandy and Lip. After a few minutes the silence takes the upper hand. The joint was smoked and beer and chips were shared. They sat in awkward silence untill Mickey spoke.

"You finally get on me Gallagher?" Mickey suppressed his nervousness but Ian saw it. He always saw right through him.

"Maybe" he smirked. The weed made him become braver.

"What do you mean with 'maybe'?"

"I mean maybe I didn't get on you. But maybe you get on me instead, Milkovich." Ian smiled and patted with his hand on his thigh. The secret fantasy of Mickey rides his cock was there for a few months. But only when he was high like this, he was brave enough to ask the dumb questions.

"No. This is gay as fuck. I don't think I'm this gay." Mickey didn't looked at him. Ian smirked wider when he leaned forward to Mickeys ear.

"Do you have another suggestion, Mick?" His hot breath met his ear and the short hair above it. Mickey closed his eyes for a second. Admits the building tension between them two. Bit his bottom lip.

"You could bend me over the kitchen counter." He whispered uncertain.

Ian stood up, walked around the sofa and leaned down to Mickeys other ear.

"I would love to bend you over the counter. You're coming finally?" He went to the kitchen while he removed his shirt and shorts. He didn't have to told Mickey twice.

When they were in the kitchen and Mickey was on his knees, Ians cock infront of him, the rosy cheeks and the lips stretched around his cock it was fucking beautiful. Mickey was fucking beautiful when he rock his head for and back. Ian admits to himself he never wants another guy to blow him. He only wants Mickey.

"Come here" He begged and helped Mickey onto his feet.

Ian seized the opportunity and grabbed Mickey by his neck. Be pressed his lips on his and let his tongue slip in. It was a earth shattering feeling to kiss mickey like this and Ian grabbed the counter behind Mickey so he could hide his tembling hands. He needs him. Now.

He grabbed his waist and turned him around, bend him over the counter, spit in his hand and prepared him fast with two fingers. He knew Mickey liked it rough but Ian didn't want to hurt him. One hand in Mickeys neck held him down on the cold counter, the other hand spreads his cheeks and lined himself up. It was like he has the full control over Mickeys body. When he was full in him and the pain in Mickeys expression faded he thrusts slowly. His hand didn't held him down anymore but stroked over his back, his spine, up to his shoulders, to his bizeps. Mickeys eyes were closed, his breath heavy. He enjoyed it. Ian saw it. And it drives him crazy.

Without pulling out he lifted Mickeys body from the counter, so his back was pressed to his back and he could whisper in his ear. He was brave and pushed his luck.

"Want to try something,"

"What?" Mickey breathed and Ian smiled, stopped his motion, pulled out and turned Mickey around.

"Want to fuck you in your bed."

Mickey barely nods and went to his bedroom. He kneeled on all four but Ian flipped him onto his stomach.

"Want to see you, Mick."

"Why?" Mickey furrowed but gasped when Ian entered again. Pressed deep inside him, stopped and replied. "I want to make love to you."

Because that's what it was. He never said those word. And he couldn't imagine Mickey did. But both know it. Both know they love each other.

"Do it then, sappy fucker" Mickey smiled and pulled him closer to kiss him while Ian thrusts in and out, makes love to Mickey.

The last time for both before their little world collapsed.

Give me another prompt.

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[xnorthstar3x]

𝟐 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔

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As much as I hated to admit it, I felt the tiniest bit better after the session. It was as if I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders but the tiniest speck of sand was lifted from my load. I still needed to run a few errands before it got too late. After finishing with the lady at the front desk I made my way to the glass doors. A chill attacked the warmth that settled on my skin waging a war for dominance, ultimately winning.

'Take a moment to enjoy the good in the world. It would do you good to observe any light you might find.'

That's what Mrs. Thompson had said to me. I decided to take her advice and stood at the front door observing my surroundings. Salt trucks had already been here the night before shoving all the piled-up snow into soiled brown banks. People walked down the street greeting each other like old friends. Snow fell from the sky, dusting the ugly ground in a blanket. It was almost like a mother comforting her child after a nightmare. Speaking of children, Kash was out of food and probably expected me to return home with a heap of it. For such a loving dog he was pretty demanding. Luckily on the way home there happened to be an old grocery store nearby, the owner had known my family for years.

"Hey, Jerry," I said, walking in and waving to the old man at the front counter. He was in his early 70s and was the definition of sunshine. He'd often start his stories with some flashbacks from Vietnam.

"Well hello, little (Y/N). I guess you aren't very little anymore though." He chuckled. He turned around and pulled a pack of Marlboros off the rack.

"I don't think you should be smoking these things. But I don't think I should be telling you that it just ain't my place."

"Thank you, I need to get some more stuff." He nodded and picked up the newspaper he was reading. I grabbed a basket and made my way around the store. When I arrived at the produce in the small store the bell above the door jingled.

"Welcome, are you guys just passing through?"

Out of curiosity, I glanced at the entrance to see two people, a girl who looked to be my age with fiery red hair and a yellow shirt. She stood next to a boy with black hair, who seemed just shy of 6 feet.

"Oh yeah, we're just visiting a family home. We needed a break from the city, we even brought some friends." She smiled gesturing to the parking lot.

"Shame you didn't bring them inside." He stuck a wrinkly hand out to the two of them. "I'm Jerry, Jerry Smith. Nice to meet y'all.."

"My name is April O'Neil and this is Casey Jones." April offered her hand and Casey followed suit. I turned and found refuge in the dog food aisle ignoring the rest of their conversation in favor of choosing between the beef or pork flavor. In all honesty they probably both tasted the same. I closed my eyes and threw whatever my hand landed on in the cart and made my way to the front to pay.

"till next time Jerry." He smiled in response.

When I opened the old glass door I was met with the cold winter air as it slapped me in the face. I was shocked to see a vibrant "hippie van" next to my truck. I threw the bags in the passenger side and stood on the drivers side lighting up a Marlboro. I remembered April mentioned friends when someone inside the van shuffled and began talking.

"What a babe." The statement was followed by a loud slap and a whimper as someone inside the van made a comment about 'respectin women'. I made a face and rolled my eyes, I looked like I just got done shoveling shit (which I practically did) but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. With one final drag of my cigarette I threw it to the pavement and stomped it out as April and Casey came outside with their arms full of groceries. April dumped what she had into Casey's arms and made her way over to me smiling brightly.

"I'm April." She gestured to the struggling male. "That's Casey."

"I heard," I offered simply. I stuck out a hand for her to shake. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, Jerry told me we are neighbors for the time being." She pulled her coat closer to her body as Casey finally got the groceries in the van. A few quiet jests could be her as he gave someone named Donnie the finger before slamming the door.

"Don't worry I won't show up at your door unannounced." I pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I offered it to April who politely declined, I took a long drag from it.

"Well, if it's alright with you," she fished around in her back pocket pulling out a cellphone. "I'd like to get your number."

"I don't have a cell phone." Her face twitched in shock but she masked it quickly with a smile. "I have a house phone though."

After giving her my number I waved bye and hopped into my truck, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way back home. I pulled into the driveway 45 minutes later after a few more stops, Kash was in the window wagging his tail excitedly. He began to bounce when I pulled the bag of food from the cabin of the truck. The snow had let up just a bit, enough though where the tracks of another vehicle were visible in the driveway. A bag was hanging on my doorknob with a note attached to it.

Hey, Dad says to give you this box to take to your new neighbors. The O'Neil girl. He insisted I give it to you, said she left it there in a rush to get outside and meet you.

That's what I figured was going to happen. I chuckled. Jerry always said I needed to socialize more. I took my groceries inside and gave Kash some food before grabbing the bag for that April girl and her weird friends.

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[sluttymickey]

I am thinking about. HANDS.

s1 Mickey having his hand held for the first time by a boy 🥺 Him in juvie after lights off, thinking about Ian putting his hand on the glass like a dork and about how it would feel to properly hold Ian's hand

Mickey trying to hide his blush after he accidentally brushes his hand against Ian's at the Kash&Grab.

At the sleepover. Them slowly inching their hands towards each other on the couch before Ian gets the courage to wrap his pinkie over Mickey's hand Mickey pointedly keeps looking at the movie but interwines his fingers between Ian's 🥺

When Mickey's sure Ian's asleep, he looks at the arm Ian's got wrapped around Mickey's waist and grabs onto Ian's hand to bring it closer to his chest. And as Mickey's falling asleep, he thinks about how he feels safe and warm for the first time ever in that house

Holding Ian's hand for the first time in public as they walk home from the Alibi in s4 🥺

Holding hands for the first time while having sex and he loves how close it makes him feel to Ian 🥺

In prison, thinking about how he'd give anything to hold Ian's hand again. Feeling like he's finally home when Ian wraps his hand over his at the docks and when he falls asleep holding Ian's hand. Loosely holding Ian's hand as they're stargazing, not knowing that it's gonna be the last time he holds Ian's hand for a while

And then he's back in prison. It's lights out and they're both cuddled up in the lower bunk and he's holding Ian close to his chest and pressing little kisses against his neck and Ian doesn't let go of his hand the entire night.

And the way he now gets to hold Ian's hand always!! Otter husbands holding hands as they fall asleep!! Or holding onto Ian's hands while Ian teaches him to swim!! Or playing with Ian's hand while they're casually cuddling on the couch!! Or they've just had sex and all Mickey knows is that he feels good and floaty and he's holding Ian's hand and Ian's telling him he loves him!! Or Ian's walking past Mickey and Mickey grabs his hand and pulls him back towards him for a suprise kiss!!

Just!!!!

H A N D S

#????? #no clue what happened here #i was just existing and then my brain went #H A N D S 😵💫 #anyway #maybe I'll fill one of the hand holding prompts in my inbox tonight 😌 #ian×mickey #/d

[michellemisfit]

Thank you @creepkinginc for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt: ‘Speak Soft’

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Apologising isn’t a Milkovich trait.

Punch, don’t ask questions, never say you’re sorry.

Still, he wants to give Ian something. But that’s the problem. He has nothing to give!

How can Ian look at him and not see disappointment?

Fuck it.

“I’ll just go.”

Ian shifts when Mickey tries to move past, trapping him between Ian’s body and the stairs.

“Hey, no, don’t..”

“Why? This can’t be fun for you. You’re so— and I try— fuck, Ian. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I do. I’m not worth it, man.”

They’re both silent.

Then.

“You’re worth it to me.”

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[softmick]

Truce.

“How long you been here?”

“Long enough to know you’re meeting Iggy at a gallery downtown.”

“Christ.”

“You’re casing it, right?”

“Fuck you is what we’re doing. Scram!”

“I can help! I look like a boy scout next to you.”

“What part of ‘no’ do you not fuckin’ understand? It’s two letters, moron. It’s not the Kash-n-Grab, outta your league.”

“I’m a fast learner.”

“Doubt it.”

“I’ll tell Ian."

“You wouldn’t.”

“I have him on speed dial.”

“You threatenin’ me?”

“Is it working?”

“Put the phone down.”

“I can come?”

“I’m in charge. You listen to me.”

“Sweet.”

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Another one for @gardenerian 's prompt "Truce" @galladrabbles

honestly i have so many idea this week, but i feel like three is enough. lol. i've had a lot of fun so far!

#galladrabbles #drabble #fic #gallavich #mickey milkovich #carl gallagher #mine #last one i promise

[vexing-imogen]

Trick or treat!!!! :D

vex'ahra college au

The party is a rousing success, if Vex does say so herself. She can feel the bass thumping in her bones, there are so many people crammed into the house it's probably a fire hazard, she's maintaining a delightful buzz, and her witch costume is perfectly sexy, if the way the boys keep staring at her ass is any indication.

It isn't perfect though, because she can't find the one person that she is desperate to see, to talk to, to make out with.

Her eyes light up when she spots, well, not her quarry, but close enough, over by the keg. She pushes her way through several of Grog's weight lifting buddies and taps Kash on the shoulder.

"Hey!," she yells over the music that will likely get the police called on them, "where's Zahra?"

She has to repeat herself twice before he understands. "Roof!" he says, and then turns away from her.

Vex grabs a pair of cocktails from Percy, then makes her way to the third floor and the roof access that is, conveniently, in her bedroom. She only pauses for a second before she locks her door behind her. She wants privacy for this godsdamnit.

She steps out onto the roof and her mouth immediately goes dry. There's Zahra, in all her pirate queen glory; tight leather pants and a white puffy shirt that's open to her navel. She grins wickedly when she spots Vex, her fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

"There you are, darling," she drawls. "I've been waiting for ages."

Vex saunters forward, holding out the drink as a peace offering. "My apologies, your Majesty," she teases. "I guess I'll just have to make it up to you, won't I?"

Zahra hums, her eyes raking over Vex hungrily. "And just how do you plan on doing that?"

"I have a few ideas," she says, licking her lip. "The door's locked, we won't be disturbed."

Zahra sips her drink, quirks one perfect eyebrow. "Awfully presumptuous, don't you think?"

Vex's response dies on her lips when her hat is blown off her head and Zahra moves into her space to grab it before the wind carries it away, effectively putting the tiefling's tits directly in Vex's face. She can't bite back a whimper, and then Zahra is smiling down at her, all sharp teeth and soft eyes.

Her back hits brick, and then Zahra's lips are on hers, hot and demanding. One hand fists in her hair, the other drags sharp nails along her thigh. She groans, allows herself to revel in the feeling of being manhandled for once.

They never do make it back to the party.

#critical role #critfic #vex'ahra #vex'ahlia #zahra hydris

[flamingbluepanda]

Past is Present - Part 5

@galladrabbles we last left out boys outside the Kash and grab trying to decide what to do about their sudden time travel predicament, claiming they wanted to keep Mickey away from terry...

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"No," Mickey said, idea sparking in his brain, "no, wait, we- we can't do that."

"What," Ian asked, voice flat, but Mickey waved him off. "No, listen! If I go to yours my dad will figure it out. You don't know Mandy yet, right? We go, we tell her together, she's your beard, you get a high school diploma-"

"And what about you?" Ian asked.

"Whenever you go on a date with Mandy, we go on a date. And I keep my head down and then once-"

"No," Ian growled, "Mick, I'm not- you're not losing for me to win."

#gallavich #past is present #galladrabbles #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ali writes shit

[spacerockwriting]

Some HC from my SBB universe

Just seeing all the HC fly around today make me wanna talk about some of mine, mostly specifically the ones that partain to my SBB.

Ian has baby blanket he got as a baby. It's name is Blue and it rarely makes appearances. It's the blanket that he used to carry around when it was him, Lip, and Fiona, living in the van, on the streets of Chicago. Seeing Blue out always warms Lip's heart.

Ian used to have a lisp as a little kid. He used to say Lip as Wip and Fiona was Fifi. After some patrons made fun of Ian at the Alibi, it was said by Frank and Monica that Ian needed speech therapy.

Mickey has mixtapes. The station wagon he drives doesn't have a CD player, has hand crank windows, and all the goodness of an 80's style vehicle. He creates these from the radio and they're mostly My Chemical Romance.

Speaking of his mixtapes, Mickey also has one of those yellow walk men because his brothers were too dumb to steal a CD player, according to him. ("But it's not like I could even play it in this car so whatever.")

When on their road trip, Mickey has BBQ pringles, gets stuff like a burger and fries at Wendys, and Lip gets Wendy's Chili. For their road trip.

Little Ian crushed on Justin Timberlake because it was the first time that he saw someone who had curls like him. He only started straightening his own curls because the boys of NSYNC did.

The first time little Ian met Kev, Kev called Ian Lip. This outraged little Lip.

Carl has a stuffed dog named "Dog." Despite saying he's too old for the toy, Lip insists he keeps it with him, as Carl has been seen clinging to the toy during tough times.

Trevor does make several appearances. But it's pre-T Trevor. As of right now, he has long hair. ("Ignore the name tag. My parents think I'm a lesbian. I'm a dude.")

Mickey and Ian eventually will have a matching MCR tattoo. If all according to plan, probably something from summertime or just summertime on their wrists.

Ian first started working at the Kash n Grab at thirteen.

Thats all for now, anyways. :)

#comet rambles #gallavich #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless

[anthruser]

music tag game! thanks @mickeym4ndy and @especially-fuk-u for the tag!

shuffle your favorite playlist and list the first 5 songs that come up.

uh so... i currently only listen to the shameless soundtrack i made until... well, i grow tired so... here:

1. Today's The Day - Saturn Missiles (what a bitch to find and download. i love this song sm. Estefania and Lip are underrated together lmao)

2. Waiting List - The Fonzarellies (Carl with the bat in s1 advocating for his big bro)

3. Boy - Ra Ra Riot (Lip finding Ian and cough Kash cough blergh in at the Kash and Grab. fucking love that song, lifts up my mood immediately)

4. Bodies - The Duke Spirit (that one train scene with Fiona and Robbie)

5. Cherry Blossoms - Night Beds (V and Kev scene in s5 after he returns home)

seriously i can't shut up enough about how much i love the songs in the show 💀

not really tagging anyone one but i will bother you @theyaremycrocsyoudonut <3

#tag game