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This painting was quite a task y’all
First time I’ve done a full painting with these paints (acrylic-gouache) and I like never do backgrounds
BUT IM SO HAPPY WITH IT
I love Mickey’s face
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Gallavich writers - Can I pre-order a thousand new lumberjack Ian fics based on Cameron Monaghan’s latest look circulating on social media? 🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️
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Just reminding Gallavich starved stans that this exists.....
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Continuing on with my Director Mickey/Actor Ian fic, I got a little carried away with this one and went way over the word limit, so I had to cut a lot of the cute descriptive stuff out so Ian could show his face. So here it is, for this week's @galladrabbles: beard.
Mickey dug through the pile of papers on his desk. His office was a mess. He tried to keep it clean in-between productions, but all bets were off once he got absorbed in a show. He usually thought his little office was charming, but right now-
“Where the FUCK is my script?" He knocked a stack of papers to the floor in his frustration, then rubbed his hand down his face, feeling the beard that had grown as a result of him being too busy to shave.
Ian appeared in the doorway, script in hand. “It was in your chair.”
To everyone that has been reblogging this and tagging it as a fic rec, first off I love you and you have much more faith in me than I do, and secondly, I'm putting this fic on the backburner for a while because I bit off more than I can chew. I've made a post talking about it more in depth here.
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1. “Promise me something. Whatever happens, don’t look back.” from the pinned prompt list?
Hi 👋
Gosh, I haven’t written in a while (unless you count my assignment for study) but when this popped up I immediately had an idea I had to get out.
Thank you so much for sending this ask. It was the perfect distraction I needed to take a little break and write for fun again!
This gets a tiny bit angsty - sorry 🫣- but I really hope you enjoy it!
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“Promise me something. Whatever happens, don’t look back.”
“But…”
“But nothing. Just focus on the trial. Remember what your lawyer told you to say. Okay?”
“…”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Okay. We’ll get through this. I promise.”
“…yea.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
****
Mickey had always known he’d end up back here one day. He couldn’t see Ian’s face but he knew exactly the expression that would be on there. Worry and anguish all wrapped up in disappointment.
Last time he’d been in a courtroom, Ian hadn’t come. He’d spent the whole day hoping and praying the door would open and Ian would walk in, sit at the back and just be there. But it never happened.
When the judge had sentenced 15 years his heart withered. 15 years without Ian. 15 years of only being able to see him through glass, if he even visited at all. 15 years of being alone.
It hurt. Hearing that news with absolutely no one he knew in the room. Not even Iggy or Mandy had bothered to turn up. Svetlana has claimed she couldn’t get a sitter and hadn’t wanted to bring Yev to court.
He hadn’t even protested when the officer led him away. What was the point? No one else gave a fuck, why should he?
A month later he had scratched Ian’s name into his skin. The longing was slowly killing him and he would have done anything to get to Ian. And he did, putting all his effort into breaking free and running straight to the south side.
—//—
He hung his head waiting for the judge to arrive. Thoughts of glass and germ ridden black telephones separating him and his husband spun around his head. He wasn’t sure he could do that again.
Suddenly everyone rose as the judge entered. Mickey stood, watching the man who would decide his fate take his seat.
“So what do we have here? Assault. Could the defendant stand, state their name and plea?”
Mickey took a deep breath and held it. Don’t look back, he thought. Just don’t look back.
“I’m Ian Gallagher and I plead not guilty by reason of insanity.”
He let the breath go as he stared at the back of Ian’s head. It has been touch and go whether Ian would go through with the plea. Guilt has been eating up his husband since he’d been admitted to the psyche ward again.
—//—
Mickey had looked everywhere for Ian that day. When he’d found the stashed meds his worst fears had been confirmed. It had been going on for a few weeks, Ian acting out of character and slowly succumbing to the mania. Until that day when it just exploded.
Ian had left the house that morning claiming he was going for a run. Four hours and almost 50 missed calls later, Mickey was in a complete state of panic. So much so he called Lip who’d rallied the Gallagher clan and a search party commenced.
Another four hours passed with no word, not a single whisper of Ian or his whereabouts. Then another four passed. And another. Almost 24 hours had passed when Mickey’s phone rang.
“Is this Mr Milkovich?”
“Who’s asking?”
“I’m Officer Hunt, of Chicago P.D. We picked up your husband, Ian Gallagher, he was arrested for assault but he seems to think demons are after him. He’s been sedated but it’s recommended that he gets checked out at the hospital.”
“He’s bipolar. He’s not been taking his meds….”
Mickey shook his head and tried to focus on the trial. His stomach was in knots and his knee was bouncing as the judge discussed the case with the lawyers and Ian gave his defence.
From what Ian tells him, the guy he’d beat was saying some colourful things about gays. Ian, in his unmediated state, had seen him as a threat, a demon. A few punches later and Ian was being cuffed and dragged into a cop car, while he strained against the officers, shouting of righteousness and doing god's work to rid the earth of evil.
The guy, Max Cromwell, was sitting with his wife at the other side of the courtroom. He was the reason he’d told Ian not to look back. Guilt was already eating him away, he didn’t want Ian to look back, see them and plead guilty.
Ian had been threatening for weeks to plead guilty. “But I beat him up, Mick, I did it. I am guilty.”
“Ian, you were off your meds. Would you have done that if you were taking them?”
“After the shit he said, probably. I probably would have still hit the bastard. I just wouldn’t have thought he was a fucking demon or some shit.”
“Ian, if you plead guilty, with your history, you’ll end up back inside.”
“I know.”
“I don’t… Ian please. Plead insanity.”
“I might still end up inside.”
“But you might not. If you plead insanity there’s a chance…”
“But I am guilty.”
“Ian… please.”
They’d had that same argument over and over almost everyday in the run up to the trial. Mickey had begged and pleaded with him. In the end Ian had agreed.
—//—
The trial was coming to a close. The judge was about to make sentencing.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in court due to being off your meds Mr Gallagher”
To his right, Debbie tensed. Lip sat stoic to his left.
“Ian Gallagher, you are sentenced to 30 days in a correctional facility followed by 1 year probation.”
The judge was still speaking but all Mickey could hear was white noise. 30 days. 30 fucking days without Ian. Ian was going to prison. Alone. For 30 fucking days.
Movement caught his eye and he looked up, right into his husband's wide green eyes. Mickey was sure his heart wasn’t beating. His chest felt empty. Hollow. Like everything had been ripped out of there.
“I’ll be okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Ian was led away. Part of Mickey was led away with him.
****
Mickey blinked rapidly but tears continued to well and roll down his cheeks, straight into Ian’s t-shirt.
“You okay?” The words were uttered against his neck but there was no way he was letting go.
“Yes,” he hiccuped. “That was the longest month of my life.”
“Mine too.” He felt Ian inhale, his nose buried in the crook of Mickey’s neck. “Fuck I missed you.”
“Me too.”
They continued to hold on to one another. Mickey wasn’t sure he would ever let go.
“For fuck sake, other people missed him too.” He knew he shouldn’t have brought Debbie. He was going to come alone to collect Ian but she begged and he was a softie.
He pulled away and scowled as Debbie wrapped Ian in a hug.
“So was everything okay since my last visit? No one tried anything?”
“No, it was fine. Word got out that I was married to a Milkovich. Scared a few people off. Hudson even let me shove in the cafeteria line in front of him a few times.”
Mickey let out a sigh of relief. He just wanted to get his husband home where he belonged. The Gallaghers had tried to plan a party but he’d told them to fuck off. They could have one tomorrow. Today he was taking his husband home and worshipping him over and over again.
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“I love Mickey, it's always gonna be Mickey
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#i'm not gay but my fiancé is
#i need to thwack him over the head with a wiffle ball bat#also heyyyyy look who's giffing shameless again!#shameless#shamelessnet#shamelessedit#gallavich#ian x mickey#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#cameron monaghan#noel fisher#*macygifs#s10#10x11
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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 2
This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.
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#sometimes nice restaurant is subjective#anyway. making this made me die irl#I COULD GO ON but this post is long enough I think#shameless#gallavich#Ian x mickey#Ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#noel fisher#cameron monaghan#shamelessedit#shamelessnet#my gifs
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⭑๋࣭༄˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Memories .𖥔 ݁ ˖༄
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cozy
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Getting back into digital painting 😳
This scene 😭💖😭💖
Mickey is so gorgeous good lord
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It’s like the Ted Lasso writers just know I could use a new ‘ship…
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Aint no question who they belong to
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Y’all wanna see a shitty Ian and Mickey sketch I did?
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Okay so a million years ago I saw a prompt by @ianandmickeygallavich - A conversation about what happened to Carl in 11x06 leads Ian and Mickey to discuss 3x06.
I thought ohh that's interesting and started to write. But then life got in the way as it does. I revisited it this week and finished. So it's a million years late but here's a little fic for the prompt. I've put it all under the cut as there are t.w. for discussion of rape and just 3x06 in general.
“She raped you.”
The words were an echo in his head. Debbie had just thrown them out there and Carl had scoffed, brushing them away like they were nothing.
But they stuck with Mickey.
“She raped you.”
Had Carl been raped? Mickey didn’t fucking know. Carl had wanted to have sex. Not like when… with…
“She raped you.”
He still saw it, Ian’s face. Everyday. It was tattooed in his mind. Broken. Horrified. Shattered. Mickey didn't know enough words to describe it. Maybe there weren't enough words in existence <i>to</i> describe it.
“She raped you.”
Part of him blamed Svetlana, even though he knew deep down it wasn’t really her fault. Terry gave the order. But it had been Svetlana’s sharp scent he’d smelt, her cold, goosebumped flesh against his own whilst her harsh, wheezy breaths filled his ears. It was her body that had scrubbed Ian from his skin.
“She raped you.”
Ian joined Mickey in the bedroom, stripping off his clothes and tossing them into the laundry basket, not bothering to pick up the ones that had missed.
“Hey, you okay? You’ve been really quiet all night,” Ian asked.
Mickey looked up into soft green eyes. “Huh? Oh yea, man, I’m good,” he said, trying to smile but when he looked at Ian, all he could see was a bloodied teenage face.
“Okay. What’s wrong?” Ian shuffled onto the bed in just his boxers, his shoulder knocking gently against Mickey’s. “You look like someone’s sending you back to prison.”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “I’m just thinking about Carl.”
“Carl? What did that little fucker do now?” Ian looked ready to murder his brother but Mickey shook his head.
“He didn't do nothin’, just thinking about his girl and what Debbie said, you know… about the girl raping him,” Mickey mumbled the last part, not quite able to say words out loud, even to Ian.
“Oh.” They were silent for a minute before... “Oh!”
Ian shuffled closer, their bodies gently touching from shoulder to knee. He didn't know how, but somewhere along the line that ginger kid from the Kash and Grab had started to make him feel safe. Mickey didn't think he'd ever have this. A husband. A marriage. Love. But here they were.
He knew he needed to talk about what had happened in some way. Ian had been there, seen everything. But Mickey didn't know where to start. What had happened? He hadn't wanted to have sex with her that was for certain. But Terry’s gun had been pointing at him. At Ian. He’d have done anything in that moment to keep Ian safe.
“Can a girl even fucking rape a guy?” he asked.
“Of course they can,” said Ian, looking over disbelievingly at Mickey. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“To Carl? No,” he replied, shaking his head at his dimwitted husband.
“Not about what happened to Carl, idiot, what happened to you, to us.”
Mickey rubbed his thumb along his lip, trying to find words. Any words. His mind was filled with the sound of Svetlana's breath. The slap of his thighs as he turned her over, wanting to get it done quicker. Wanting to make the moment end.
It was strange to think that just half an hour before he'd been hoping time would stop.
“Have you ever told anyone about it?” Ian asked. Warm breath hit his cheek as Ian leaned in close, his large hand coming to rest on Mickey’s thigh.
“No,” Mickey breathed.
“She raped you.”
For many nights after, Mickey had stared up at his bedroom ceiling as tears dripped onto his pillow. His face had stung and his ribs throbbed, but most of his pain was inside his chest. A place that neither the gun, or Terry’s fists, had even touched. Only Ian had been there.
He’d questioned everything. Why was he made this way? Why had he thought that he could have something he wanted? Why had he thought that happiness had found a Milkovich?
“I didn't want to have sex with her.” It was almost a whisper. A secret finally told.
“I know.” Jagged breaths fill the silence. “I still see your face sometimes. Bloodied and bruised. I should have done something, instead I just sat there.”
“Ian, he would have shot you.”
“You don't know..”
“He would have shot you. I couldn't have surviv…” His throat tightened. He couldn't think of what might have happened. He'd been down that road before, while he was locked away in prison. It didn't end well.
Long fingers laced with his own as he used his other sleeve to wipe at his cheeks.
“You didn't deserve that. You know that right?” Ian squeezed his hand.
“I thought I did. Back then. Punishment for wanting your dick in my ass.” Before Ian could say anything Mickey continued. “Punishment for kissing a boy. For falling in love with one.”
“That’s why you pushed me away? You know, afterwards?”
“Yeah,” Mickey nodded. “But you're a persistent fucker that wouldn't leave me alone.”
Ian grinned. “Well, I was in love… Still am.”
“She raped you.”
The echo was slowing, moving towards its end. “I never thought it was, ya’know… rape.” He stared at their joined hands as he spoke. Rubbing his thumb across lan’s freckled skin. “But, I guess that's what it was.”
Ian nodded gently. “Yeah, it was.”
They sat there in silence for a while. He kept drawing patterns across Ian’s hand with his thumb. Backwards and forwards. Calmness wasn't something Mickey had before Ian. His life could only be described as turmoil - utter turmoil. But Ian had changed things.
Mickey hadn’t realised it at first. He thought they were just having fun, sneaking around and making each other feel good. But after a while it felt really good, even the non-sexual parts. It just felt good to be with Ian. To talk to him. See him smile. And now that smile was his forever.
“I don't know why I can't just forget about it.” Mickey broke the silence. Rubbing at his eyes as he let his head fall back against the wall. “It was fucking years ago. And look, we're fine now. We're fucking married, so it worked out good, no it worked out fucking great in the end.”
Ian smiled gently. “It did. But just because the end is great doesn't mean the journey didn't leave scars.”
“Alright, afternoon special.”
“Mick, I'm serious,” Ian sighed. “If you ever wona talk about it, or if you want to talk to a professional, that's okay.”
“Fucking professional?” Mickey scoffed. “We come into some money I don't know about?”
“Okay maybe not a professional but if you ever want to talk to me, I'm here.” Ian dragged him down so his head rested on his chest and wrapped his arms around him. “I love you.”
Mickey tried to resist and pull away but Ian held strong. Stupid big ginger. Mickey huffed but eventually let himself relax, the beat of Ian’s heart finally drowning out that echo in his head. “I love you too.”
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