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sgtmickeyslaughter · 8 days

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66 and 84🥹?

Hi anon! i hope its satifsying to get your prompt answered after a week, i just didnt like this and didnt know how to end it but ive accepted that im not going to make it any better and here you go!

84. Show me what’s behind your back + 66. How could I ever forget about you?

Ian held out for so, so long, he’d like that on the record.

He didn't know about it until they moved into the westside apartment. His alarm bells started going off when he noticed Mickey being careful with something. It was unusual for Mickey, who usually threw his shit around without a care and it made Ian’s Mickey specific senses prick up.

He’d subtly tracked Mickey’s movements as they unpacked, knowing that if Mickey was bothering to try to hide something, there was no point in asking from the jump because he wouldn’t get answer.

And Ian trusted his husband, and was making a point to show that, so if Mickey wanted to hide the little unlabeled tin somewhere Ian wouldn’t find it (in the hollowed out contents of a book and buried in his nightstand, Ian wasn’t a saint and there was no logical explanation for Mickey owning a book that big) Ian would let him have that, it’s not like the contents of that tin would be life or death, right?

That’s what Ian kept telling himself when Mickey disappeared one night. He was supposed to be with Sandy and back in time for dinner, but there Ian was at midnight, wondering where the hell his husband was.

He’d exhausted, his options; calling Mickey, calling Sandy, calling Debbie and Lip, and finally calling the hospital. Nothing. No one was answering.

So Ian stretched his mind to what kind of trouble his husband could be getting into, and it kept going back to that little mystery tin.

Fuck it. Ian creeped down the hallway, keeping his footsteps light from nerves even though he was the only one home. Once he finally rifled through Mickey’s nightstand, searching through miscellaneous pens and notebooks and half eaten protein bars Ian told him to throw away weeks ago, he found the big heavy book tucked all the way in the back.

Smoothing his thumb over the cover, Ian tried to make out what it originally said. Maybe cigars? Or bullets, knowing Mickey. It was bigger than a mint tin but smaller than a lunchbox and rusting lightly around some of the corners.

Cautiously lifting the lid, Ian peered in curiously, all thoughts of it possibly holding the secret to Mickey’s location fading away as he took in the contents.

It had Mickey’s birth certificate, for one. Mikhalio Aleksander Milkovich. August 10th 1994. Cook County, born at 3:36 am. There was a white lighter, which didn’t have any gas left in it, but Ian kind of recognized it from when they were kids. There was a photo of a woman with dark hair, standing unsmilingly in front of a white wall. A little green army man, like the ones that littered Ian’s childhood bedroom, and a photo of Mickey and Mandy that must’ve been taken on Mandy’s first phone, judging from the quality.

An old strip of paper with a phone number, a GED with Mickey’s name on it which made Ian’s eyebrows raise. An ID with a photo of younger Mickey that listed him as Casimir Bukowski. And finally, a very, very old photo of Ian, with a beanie and a smirk, flipping off the camera like he thought he was the shit.

There were a couple of water stains, and places where the shitty inkjet paper was faded nearly white, but it was obviously him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Ian whipped around and closed the tin behind him as he faced his husband.

“Nothing,” he defended immediately. “What the fuck are you doing back so late? I was worried.”

“Got fucking trashed with Sandy” Mickey said. “Had to listen to her fucking dyke drama.”

“You should have called me!” Ian insisted angrily.

“What’re are you hiding?” Mickey slurred curiously.

“I am not-” Ian started indignantly, cheeks heating up.

“Show me what’s behind your back” Mickey ordered.

“Your mystery box” Ian admitted, throwing the tin onto their comforter.

Mickey snorted inelegantly, walking over to join Ian and sitting on his side of the bed, stumbling slightly.

Pulling the box into his lap, Mickey shuffled through the contents halfheartedly “it’s not a mystery, it’s just my shit.”

“You don’t have to hide it,” Ian said quietly, sitting next to him.

“Force of habit” Mickey explained away.

Chewing his lip, Ian debated how to bring up the photo that shocked him the most “that’s a really old picture, you can have a new one.”

“I’ve had it for a while,” Mickey said unhelpfully, like that explained it.

“How’d you even get it?”

“Mandy printed it out, I guess she took it” Ian tried to think back and vaguely remembered Mandy pointing a shitty snapshot camera at him before she made him take photos of her. “I stole it after you left, for the army.”

Mickey was looking at the photo now, rubbing his thumb over the worn paper. “I wanted to see you, I guess,” he admitted quietly.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Ian said honestly.

“How could I forget about you?” Mickey asked honestly, finally looking up to meet Ian’s eyes with a wide, unfocused look.

“I don’t know” Ian said, not really understanding his own motivations entirely, looking back. But also not ready to admit he assumed everyone forgot about him, even his own family.

“Thought about you every day,” Mickey said quietly.

But now he thought about Mickey sitting alone and looking at a photo of him in between moments of pretending, hiding in his own house from the wife he didn’t want and a father who despised him.

“You really love me, huh?” Ian asked, peering curiously over at his husbands face.

Mickey finally looked up, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Gallagher.”

For a second, Ian was so overwhelmed with emotion he couldn’t stand to look at him, so Ian bumped his shoulder against Mickey’s, smiling bashfully as he over corrected and nearly fell off the bed.

“You’re fucking trashed” Ian accused.

“Been drinking around you losers too much” Mickey defended tiredly, rubbing absentmindedly at his face.

“Yeah?” Ian asked sweetly, amusedly watching his husband fade into sleep in real time.

“M’yeah” Mickey agreed.

Ian kissed his head for a second before getting up and kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, I love you Ian, but there’s no way I’m gonna’ be able to do that” Mickey mumbled, blinking slowly down at him.

Ian just grinned and started unlacing his boots, knowing that Mickey was about fifteen seconds away from curling up on their clean comforter with dirty shoes.

“You want some leftovers?” Ian asked once he finished taking off his husbands shoes.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to eat in the bed,” Mickey said tauntingly, digging his sock covered toes into Ian’s thigh.

Ian fixed him with a glare until Mickey shook his head. Ian shrugged and helped Mickey out of his jacket and jeans, and rolled him into the center of the bed before he padded quietly into their bathroom to take his nighttime meds.

When he got back into the bedroom, Mickey was sound asleep, snoring and drooling slightly against Ian’s pillow in the dim yellow light.

thanks for asking!

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gallavichgeek · 1 year

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Time for Gallavich wedding headcanons: 1. Besides edible boxers from Carl and the honeymoon Car from Liam, what wedding gifts do they get? 2. What flavor was their wedding cake? 3. How the fuck do they have 120 guests at the wedding? Who are they inviting? (only to claim they have no friends a season later?) 4. Why did Ian say Mickey and not Mikhailo? 5. What's one thing in the wedding that way important to Ian? (Chiavari chairs level important)

THE WEDDING EDITION 😍😍😍😍

Ian's EMT friends (his real EMT buddies, not the fake ones Paula had him working with) got him a years supply of condoms with a note saying "wait a year before you knock him up." Ian laughed, Mickey got horny, and as he threw the box away knowing they don't need any of that shit, they saw the real gift underneath which was a weekend stay at the fanciest hotel Chicago has to offer. They got a few house warming gifts, which was a hint that they needed to get their own place. Mandy sent weed and lube. They're gay friends, because yes, they have some already. Fuck all things s11. gave them some new toys and Fiona sent down the necklace Monica wore on his first wedding day. Apparently she found it and had been keeping it to give to the first of the siblings to get married. Deep down she always knew it would be for Ian, but she didn't want to play favourites. It's a simple silver necklace with a blue crescent moon. "Pretty fucking perfect" where Mickey's exact words when Ian lifted it up from the box and held it in his hands, swearing to god he could smell her perfume.

Their cake was three tier and Mickey had a different flavour for each. The top was of course carrot cake. You can piece together why, I'm sure. The second tier was white chocolate and raspberry swirl, and the third was chocolate, that was Franny's pick.

120 guests is simple. Gallaghers. Milkovichs that aren't homophobic assholes. Close encounters from Ian's gay Jesus days, kids from the centre that WEREN'T being the security. EMT guests, some of the guys from the club Ian still talks to that he used to dance with, everyone from the Alibi that Mickey can tolerate and of course, their plus ones. Once again, fuck you s11, Ian and Mickey don't need to go out looking for friends.

Mickey will ALWAYS be Mickey to Ian. Mikhalio is his legal name, but it's not his name. Though I do love that Mickey called himself by his legal name when he said his vows. Swoon.

The only thing important to Ian at the wedding was the music. He picked a lot of the songs that represent his feelings toward Mickey and what they mean to one another. Besides that, he allowed Mickey to have the final say. Why? Because he was marrying Mickey and in the end that's the only detail Ian cared about. And two, it's because deep down Ian knew a lot of Mickey's behaviour cycled back to the first wedding that still haunts him. The one he hated but was forced to go ahead with. The one where he had no say and was more for show than for love. This wedding was Mickey's chance to have the dream day to match the dream guy.

#gallavich #gallavich wedding #gallavich headcanons #my headcanons #ask me #Ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallahitched

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stocious · 2 years

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"You cock munching fucking AIDS-monkey!" Terry's steel capped boot meets Mickey's stomach for what seems like the hundredth time. He's lost count. He's been in and out more times than he can count too. All he can taste is the blood in his mouth, the sting in his eyes, the swelling of his face and his insides being rearranged by Terry's wrath. This is it. This is the day he dies. Rest in peace Mikhalio Milkovich. Son, brother, husband. He tries his best to shield his face but it's too late. Terry's already punched himself bloody. Cracked his nose, again. Split his lip, his eyebrow, his eye socket. He can feel it inside of him. This is it. This is the end. Terry will finally win and there's not one thing he can do about it. Mickey's taken beatings all his life at the hands of his father. Not one of them has been as bad at this one. The worn floorboards are covered in dust and grime and dirt and his blood. It's not the first time. The floor has met the blood of all Milkoviches at one point or another but he can't help but think of the irony that this floor will be the last thing he feels before he goes. A floor he left behind. A floor that bore nightmares for years but Mickey got out. He left and didn't think he'd ever see it again. Much less feel it. Much less paint it with his own blood. Again. He's fucked. His mind is racing a million miles an hour but he's so dizzy he can't bring back control over his abused limbs. He should fight back. He should kill Terry before Terry kills him but he fucking can't. It's too late. This is it. This is the day he dies.

#i am writing again #sos send help #will i finish #idk #kaka writes

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grabmyboner · 2 years

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The doctor will see you now

Relationship: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Gallavich, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Doctor/Patient, Doctor Ian Gallagher, Prostate Examinations, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Britney, the clinic receptionist, doesn’t know he’s gay. Ian tends to keep his private life private. Not because he’s ashamed, but because being an out gay doctor in a southside clinic was bound to have negative repercussions.

And because Britney doesn’t know he’s gay, she never thought to warn him of the blue-eyed, dark-haired, very attractive man waiting for him in his office.

“Mikhalio Milkovich?”

“Mickey.” A gruff voice replies.

Ian looks up properly and sees piercing blue eyes staring back at him. His breath catches in his throat at the small dark curl falling over the guy’s forehead. His skin is pale and looks soft to the touch.

The man is sitting on the old wooden chair that creaks awkwardly, with his legs spread wide and his tattooed fingers hanging between them. FUCK U UP. Interesting.

“Pardon?” Ian asks finally.

“My name, it’s Mickey.”

Ian takes in Mickey’s flannel shirt and ripped baggy jeans and just knows this guy lives and breathes Southside, he feels like home.

“Right, Mickey, my apologies.” Ian takes a seat in the chair across from Mickey, “I’m Dr. Gallagher but you can just call me Ian.”

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher and mickey milkovich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fanfiction #mine #my fic

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vintagelacerosette · 2 years

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Tag Game Friday✨

I am late & I'm posting this on a Wednesday whoops & created by the always immaculate Leah @whatwouldmickeydo

I’ve been tagged my most precious treasures Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Kam @milkovichism Donna @sleepyfacetoughguy Macy @celestialmickey LJ @mixkeymilkovich Sara @shameless-notashamed Mills @gallavichsbitch G @iansw0rld Laura @milligar & Brandi @beebabycastiel

Name you think is cool (NOT YOURS): Anthea & Mikhalio heh

Favourite kind of tree: Jacarandas

Last think you ate: Early grey & rose biscuits 😋

Quick! Find a cute piccrew and link it here: Here❤️

i'm a fairy cat 💖

Something that brings you joy right now: Checking up on friends or them checking up on you 🥰

Recent fic that you enjoyed: since we're alone by the impeccable Kenny @buffymilkovich & sensational Ness @lethargicmick this fic is phenomenal 💖

Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers: Enjoy both but Friends to lovers is the bread & butter to my soul

Favourite pair of shoes: Tie between my timberlands & pastel airforces which I got bc of gallavich lmao but for fancy shoes I love these boots!

Name a song: I Like (the idea of) You by Tessa Violet

Favourite scene/moment from your current hyperfixation: So many to choose for gallavich like their wedding, the "I definitely love one" scene, mutual "I love you" kiss in prison, Mickey's coming out, 7x10 & the list could go on lol

Aquarium or Museum: Aquarium probs I was drunk off my tits at one recently lmao

Second favourite movie: It's like my brain forgot all the movies i like lmao so let's say Princess Bride

There’s a package on your doorstep! What do you hope is in it? Ohhh hoping for some multi-chrome eyeshadows

💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

I'm gonna tag some lovely buttercups if you wanna play 😘 @darthvaders-wife @bravemikhailo @gallawitchxx @milkimick @notherenewjersey @kimberlovesgallavich @fuckmefuckyoufuckallthis @wildxwired @sleepingdandylions @gallavich-forever-and-ever

#tag game #amazing questions leah it was super fun ❤️#two times i am in the strawberry dress from piccrews #is it a sign to buy? nooo...🤔 unless? 😅

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everything-asdf · 7 years

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Do people realise that the first word Mickey ever said in the show was "Ian" and the last thing he says at the end of season 7 is "Gallagher" like Jesus Mickey fuck me up

#shameless #gallavich #mikey milko ich #mikhalio Aleksander milkovich #Ian Gallagher #gay #that's love bitch #Gallagher #milkovich #love

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librarygf · 4 years

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Ahhh, yes! Ian comes ALIVE as soon as he hears any mention of Mickey, 7x09 the cop says mikhalio aleksandr milkovich & Ian's eyes light up, there's energy in his voice when he says "Mickey?" He wakes tf up after being asleep for a season and a half, he heard Mickey's voice, his heart races. He sees Mickey, releases all the tension in his body. At last he sees the light, at last the fog is lifted.

literally he’s just immediately so alive, mickey’s power!! ian just has to hear about him to have his entire world rocked, and then when he hears his voice it’s just over for him. i can’t get him out of my head!! hell no you can’t, that’s how powerful mickey’s return is

#em answers #and the fact that 7x09 ends with the he escaped from prison last night and then cut to black!!!!#literally can you imagine a more powerful ending it's like mickey's BACK baby it's time to fucking roll #its so EXCITING #literally ian's reaction is me asdfghj

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trashmartianx · 1 year

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Them 🥺

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ao3feed-gallavich · 3 years

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by Twinklylights

A letter addressed to Mikhalio Milkovich

Mickey’s full name is handwritten in a blue ink across the white envelope. Their address perfectly underneath. The stamp in the right-hand corner is a pink flamingo and the return address only says A. Milkovich, with an address in New Jersey.

That’s weird.

A majority of Mickey’s family is still on the South Side, and they wouldn’t even know their address. Mickey’s never mentioned any family in New Jersey, but clearly someone out there knows him well enough to know it’s Mikhailo and know they live on the West Side.

Words: 1695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, OCs to be added later

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post Season 11, Married Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, More tags later, for now ill say, Family

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #[your fandom #characters #etc.]

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Free As I’ll Ever Be (Final)

MASTERLIST HERE

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The hotel was shitty at best, the bed one that most likely vibrated at some point but now was years past even having working springs. Ian’s weight sank the mattress damn near to the floor and he knew when Mickey came back and crawled in next to him--

--hopefully crawled in next to him--

--they’d end up sleeping on the gross carpet.

Oh well. It didn’t matter so long as they were together.

“Lazy ass.” Mickey came back through the door with arms full of food and drink. “I’m out here busting my ass to feed you and you’re sleeping?”

“I don’t think anyone has ever slept on this bed ever, Mick.” Ian propped up on an elbow and looked his boyfriend over. “Besides, I don’t speak Spanish.”

“That’s a goddamn lie.” Micky tossed the food down on the other bed, and kicked his shoes off before sprawling out next to Ian. “I know you speak Spanish. At least well enough to get some food. I got us over the border, you should start pulling your own weight.”

“But you’re so pretty bringing me stuff to eat.” Ian countered, and Mickey flicked him in the head with a resounding, “Fuck you, Gallagher.”

“C’mere and I’ll fuck you.” Ian dragged Mickey up over his body and pressed their mouths together, smoothed his hands down Mickey’s back and rubbed into him purposefully, pointedly. “Should use the bed for somethin’ right? And you did such a good job gettin’ us over the border maybe I should reward you.”

“Yeah, cos walking with a limp for the next two days is a reward.” Mickey rolled his eyes, then rolled himself off of Ian and to the edge of the bed, feeling around in his coat pocket for a cigarette. “Besides I told you, getting across the border is easy when you know as many people as me. A little money, some drugs, whatever it takes to make someone look the other way. Easy.”

“I couldn’t’ve done it.” Ian countered, and Mickey snorted, “That’s cos you can’t lie worth shit. You start blushing and getting stupid. Just be cool for once in your life.”

“Be cool?” Ian sat up and tried to wind an arm around Mickey’s waist, tried to tug him back close again. “Mick, come here. I’ve been waiting to hold you since we ditched Damon, come on.”

Mickey didn’t answer, just got off the bed all together and went to the window to light up, and Ian watched him for a minute, brow furrowed in confusion. “Baby?”

“Fuck, I hate when you call me that.” Mickey dragged in on the cigarette, pushed the heel of his hands into both eyes as he exhaled. “Don’t call me that.”

“You love it, and you know it.” Ian got off the bed too, followed Mickey over to the window and took the cigarette right out of his hands. “What are you doing way over here?

Mickey just looked at him, then looked away. Stared out the window for a second, then back at Ian and then over to the floor. He shifted on his feet, sniffed and thumbed at his nose and cleared his throat--

-- and Ian knew they had to do it now. They had to talk right now before they got any further away from the border, before they got to the beach and to the us Mickey had thought so long about. They had to talk now or they’d always wonder, Mickey would always wonder and Ian knew that this time he had to say it all so Mickey wouldn’t have to wonder anymore.

“Okay.” Ian whispered, soft and open and as understanding as he’d ever tried to be. “Okay Mickey. Let’s talk. Ask me.”

“Ask you what?” Mickey spat and Christ, he was angry again, angry like he always used to be but now Ian knew the anger was a cover for the loneliness, the quick temper a cover for the fear, so it was okay.

It was okay.

“Ask me um--” Ian swallowed, hunched his shoulders so he wasn’t quite so big over Mickey. “Ask me if I waited for you while you were in prison.”

“Did you--” Mickey sniffed again. “Did you wait for me while I was in prison?”

“I tried to date.” Ian said honestly, and he didn’t try to stop Mickey from flinching away. “Trevor was great, but just not for me. Dunno if it was the transgender thing-- I don’t wanna say it was, but I’m not real sure. Either way, it didn’t work out and I didn’t really try. Caleb-- I think that one was Dead on Arrival. But once you and me started writing… yeah, Mick. Yeah, I waited for you and I was gonna keep waiting for you.”

“Did you… miss me?”

“Every fucking day.” Ian didn’t hesitate on that one. “Missed you when I was working, whenever I’d see some punk kid mouthing off, every time I went to bed. Even on the few dates. I missed you cos you were in every part of my life and then one day, you weren’t.”

Mickey was quiet and Ian prodded, “Ask me if I looked forward to your letters, Mick.”

“Ian, I don’t--”

“Ask me if I slept with my phone ringer on loud right under my pillow so I’d know when you texted me.” He continued. “Ask me if I stayed up way too late talking to you and then got in trouble the next day at work for being half asleep. Ask me if somehow my stupid fuckin’ family finally made me see how much I love you. Ask me if I regret every time I tried to force you to come out, to be like me, to be with me when you weren’t ready. Ask me if I finally realize that you and I were fucking kids that couldn’t help our families and our situations and our pasts and all the crazy we inherited. Ask me.”

“Ian--”

“Ask me if I’m free with you.” Ian was whispering now, budging close and touching their foreheads together, tossing the cigarette away so he could push both hands into Mickey’s hair and pull him in tight. “Ask me if I’m free with you, Mick.”

“...are you free with me?” Nearly inaudible, shaking and terrified and Mickey closed his eyes tight like he couldn’t bring himself to look and see the truth in Ian’s eyes. “Does what we have make you free?”

“Mickey Milkovich.” Ian rubbed his thumbs over Mickey’s cheekbones and whispered, “Right here with you is as free as I’ll ever want to be.”

“...promise?” Vulnerable, and it broke Ian’s heart. “Cos the border is right there, man, you could just--”

“I promise.” Ian swore, cut him off and swore again. “I promise. I’m right here, Mickey. Not going anywhere. What you and I have makes me free. I wish I would’ve known that meant I love you when you said it the night of Yev’s christening. Wish I would’ve known what you were saying, but I know it now, alright? I’m free as I’ll ever be with you, and I love you and I’ll wait--” he nodded when Mickey’s brow scrunched. “--I’ll wait until you’re ready to say it, alright? I can wait.”

And then softer, “Back when we were kids, I asked Mandy how to tell if a guy liked me and she said I’d know if he got that look in his eye.”

He laughed quietly, “Fuck, Mickey I stared at you all the damn time trying to see if it was there in your eyes and I missed it a thousand times. I won’t miss it this time, okay? I promise. I see it. I see you.”

Mickey’s jaw worked like he was trying to speak but the words didn’t quite come, so instead he put his hand just gentle on Ian’s face like he knew the red head liked, brushed through a few strands of shaggy hair and muttered, “Free, huh?”

“Yeah.” Ian turned into Mickey’s hand and kissed his palm gently. “So why don’t we go find something else that makes us free, huh?”

“I’d rather find your dick.” Mickey finally managed some snark, and Ian sighed over loud at having the romantic moment spectacularly derailed.

“Jesus, Mick. Moment ruined much?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again, Gallagher.”

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Mexico

The Beach

Somewhere That Doesn’t Matter So Long As They’re Together

“I’m just saying I feel like you could have told us you weren’t coming back!”

Lip was pissed, and Ian held the phone away from his ear for a minute while his brother vented. “Lip.” he said when there was finally a break in the tirade. “Lip it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m happy. We’re happy.”

“Well are you at least taking your goddamn meds?”

“Yeah, yeah I can get them real cheap down here. The good stuff.” Ian checked his watch just to make sure the timer was set for his next round. “Everything’s fine, Lip. Stop worrying.”

“Stop worrying? Ian--!”

“Kiss everyone for me.”

“IAN!”

“Bye Lip.”

Ian put the phone away and took a drag at his cigarette, glanced up just in time to watch Mickey come out from the water, shirtless and gorgeous and blue eyes brilliant against all that tan skin and fuck Ian loved him so much he could hardly stand it.

“Hey firecrotch.” Mickey had a new tattoo at the base of his neck, and Ian’s hand automatically found it when the brunette bent to give him a kiss, same way Mickey’s fingers instinctively brushed over the matching tattoo scrolled at Ian’s cheekbone--- Free.

“Hey beautiful.” Ian rumbled and Mickey laughed and pressed close again.

They reveled in slow kisses now that they were free, lingered over soft moments and smiled into each others eyes without worrying that anyone would see or that anyone would care. Ian remembered begging Mickey for kisses when they were kids, Mickey remembered being so damn scared about getting caught but now?

Now every embrace was slow and tender and they took their time because now they had time.

“You ready for a swim?” Mickey asked when they finally parted. “Ready to stop blinding the population with your pasty ass and try for a tan?”

“Yeah Mick.” Ian ignored the pasty ass comment and stripped his shirt off, followed his boyfriend down the beach. “I’m ready for anything with you.”

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They got married with their feet in the water, Mickey’s blue eyes glowing like the ocean, Ian’s skin almost as red as his hair because he couldn’t tan to save his life.

“I, Mikhalio Milkovich, take you Ian Gallagher to be my lobster.” Mickey said solemnly, and the priest squawked in alarm when Ian picked Mickey up and just chucked him into the waves, tackled him down and held him under water until Mickey screeched Uncle and promised to do it right.

“I Ian Gallagher, take you Mickey Milkovich.” Ian was still laughing as he brushed water from Mickey’s hair and fit a simple golden band to his finger. “To have and to hold, to love until death do us part, and to finally fucking be free together.”

Kiss your groom.

“Come here.” Mickey said, but Ian was already halfway there, unable to wait a single minute more to kiss his husband, big hands in Mickey’s hair then down to frame his face, then further down to cover the place where his name was written across Mickey’s heart.

“I love you.” Ian murmured, and Mickey whispered back, “Fuck, I love you too.”

“You wanna go get drunk and have beach sex?” Ian suggested and Mickey laughed out loud over the priest’s expression and grabbed his husbands hand to race away down the beach.

They ran away together just like they had when they were kids, except this time they weren’t hiding, this time they were holding hands and shouting about being married and bumping in close to kiss over and over and over--

-- their wedding bands glinting gold like freedom in the sun.

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virgils-thundercloud · 4 years

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12x10 is a blessing. A true motherfucking blessing

In my mind it’s the perfect episode. Good screen time for Gallavich, actual sibling interaction between the Gallaghers, interesting side plots, an overall amazing plot and episode. Usually I’d be dragging the writers or the editors but everyone really fucking nailed it.

This episode really felt like the quality of older Shameless seasons. It had so much hilarious and heartwarming sibling interaction so the episode actually felt connected (which I'll touch on later) and it had some of that South Side charm added to it with Mickey running after Terry with a shotgun with no hesitation, the things that made this show stick out in the first place.

Ian and Mickey made me literally shake and squeal, which was painful to hold in since I had to wait until 1am to watch the ep. Noel and Cameron really brought their A game to this episode and you could tell in so many scenes. When Ian had to calm Mickey down, Ian’s close-to-tears look when he looked at the smoke, Ian and Mickey’s hopelessness in the kitchen and Ian not being able to reassure Mick because outside of the Milkovich family he’s probably the only one who knows what Terry’s capable of, the pure looks of happiness all through the wedding and the reception. It’s enough to make a bitch cry. And it did. I’m the bitch and I cried a lot. Every one of their scenes hit me right in the feels in one way or another. Personal favourites include: their morning scene (Mickey’s lil eye crinkles), them talking about kids (”I wouldn’t mind a kid or two.” “There’s lots of strays runin’ around. I’m sure we could pick one up for cheap.”), them showing up to the new venue (”the chivari chairs look good”), the actual ceremony obviously (I, Mikhalio, take you, Ian, as my husband. To have and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health etc.), and the slow dance scene (I should probably go dance with my husband). okay so basically all their scenes but still. These two really got the screen time and the storyline they deserved and if you’re familiar with their story together then you can almost hear what they’re thinking at times. Especially with the Terry stuff and the “Mickey might have to marry Debbie” stuff. Long story short, Gallavich in this episode owns my entire heart, soul, and being.

The Gallagher sibling interaction this season has been low if at all, but this episode kinda makes up for it. We have Carl engaging with Liam, Ian and Mickey, Liam engaging with Lip, Mickey and Frank, Lip engaging with Debbie, Liam, Carl, Ian and Mickey, Debbie engaging with Lip, Ian and Mickey, and Ian interacting with all of his siblings. Lip’s little pep talk with Ian just before the ceremony starts, Debbie’s talk with Ian about Monica, Lip and Debbie working together to save Ian and Mickey’s wedding, etc. It was all beautiful. Yeah Lip had his own shit, and it was pretty important shit, but he didn't ruin Ian’s wedding over it. The scene with Carl, Lip, Sandy, Kev, V and Debbie doing everything they can to find another venue while Ian and Mickey had already given up was a godsend because it really showed how even after all the years, they’re still the most important thing in each others eyes. And even though Liam wasn’t there with them, he not only was getting Gallavich their honeymoon car but he also got Frank to come to the wedding because he knew Ian would appreciate it even if he said otherwise. Also, Lip and Debs and everyone else coming together to secure a venue, low-key scam the homophobic owners, and protect Ian and Mickey from Terry hit differently and it really cements how much everyone cares about them. (even if that one dude at the bar was a bit of a dick) And that Franny content was beautiful. I also liked how Frank was crying by the end of there ceremony. He does still care!

Usually I don't get too invested in Lip’s storylines but this one hit hard. His argument with Tami made me feel so bad for him and doubled my dislike for Tami even if she came around in the end. I started to cry when Lip started drinking and then again when he went to his sponsor’s house looking broken. I felt so bad for him. And I actually liked Debbie in this episode, which is a rare occurrence. Julia was being a bitch and Debs tried to kick her out, but didn't make a scene at the wedding. I do feel a bit bad that she had to miss her brother’s wedding so she could distract the owner though. JULIA CAN GO TO HELL AND STAY AWAY FROM CARL PLS & THANK YOU.

Things about this episode I didn't like:

-How Debbie just let Julia stay there? Like I know she tried to get her to leave but it’s not like they're strangers to this sort of thing. Get Sandy to carry that bitch’s ass out and leave her in the streets.

- “Good morning Mr Gallavich” I hope they dont stick with that name. It’s kinda cute but I would’ve preferred Gallagher-Milkovich

-The Gay Jesus squad came out of nowhere but I'll accept it because they kept Terru away

-I loved the Gallavich content we got but maybe if they talked about how this shit was affecting them?? Kinda OOC but I can dream

I loved the cake toppers tho.

TL;DR: This episode was perfect and everything I wanted and Cam & Noel are the best humans and actors.

So yeah that's my review. This is my first time being in the fandom for the airing of a season finale and I have no been disappointed. See you in season 11!

#Shameless #season 10 #season finale #gallavich #gallahitched #gallavich wedding #Ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mister and mister gallavich???#lip gallagher #Debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #Liam gallagher #sandy milkovich #Terry milkovich #12x10 #Franny gallagher #frank gallagher

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