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🌑 the moon from the fuck-u-up tarot 🌑
Before meeting Mickey, Ian had no idea that the moon had eight phases.
Hell, he didn’t even notice the tattoo on their first night together because some fuckin’ sap liked it face to face, but after lunch with Mandy, Ian had bent Mickey over the arm of his own goddamn couch, and there they were, one right after the other—
New
Waxing crescent
First quarter
Waxing gibbous
Full
Waning gibbous
Last quarter
Waning crescent
—lining Mickey’s spine.
Each carrying a different shade, a different energy, and a different way to flow.
Ian was fascinated.
Turned the fuck on.
And oddly validated.
He’d never given it much thought before, but after a few meditations on the subject, Ian couldn’t help but wonder: If the moon was in constant flux, constant change; then, couldn’t it stand to reason that maybe his state of mind, his pace, his moods, weren’t so odd after all?
an exception to the rule | ch. 9: opening up in phases
[now updating on ao3]
#Nosho!#thank you for reblogging Bee’s art and fics#because I missed these the first time around#and I’m just in awe#the stunning tattoos on Mickey’s back#that Ian only discovers in a certain position 😏#fantastic#fic rec#art rec#💖💖💖💖💖
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🍻 the two of cups from the fuck-u-up tarot 🍻
When Ian stood to grab their empty bottles, Mickey was suddenly and inexplicably overwhelmed by the need to kiss him. To catch his perfect bottom lip in his teeth and pull it into his mouth. To taste him, consume him—be consumed by him.
He slid out of the booth, coming to standing in front of him, their chests brushing slightly as Mickey caught his balance.
“I can grab the next round too, Mick, don't—“
“Can I kiss you?” Mickey asked, wholly unsure of himself and yet forward as fuck.
Ian’s face broke out in a warm grin, white teeth flashing and green eyes glittering. He set the bottles back on the table and stepped in towards Mickey, one hand moving to hold the back of his head and the other resting on his neck.
“Would be a fucking shame if you didn’t,” he said, leaning down.
Mickey’s breath hitched as Ian’s soft lips landed on his. Sweet. The pressure fucking perfect.
Then, Ian opened his mouth to Mickey, slotting their lips together, their tongues meeting in a delicious slide of want and trust and something more. Fuck. Already. As if they’d known each other their entire lives. Today. Yesterday. Forever.
It felt like…lightning. Something clicking into place.
an exception to the rule | ch. 2: different table, different cards
[now updating on ao3]
#obsessed with the beautiful art#the way you can so clearly see the liquid in the bottles is amazing#love the line in the fic that they have known each other for so long#ahhhhh!#fic rec#art rec#💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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⚔️ the five of swords from the fuck-u-up tarot ⚔️
Five shining swords lay on the ground, a symbol of defeat by even the loosest of traditions. But behind them, in silhouette, stood two men with their hands clasped. Solid, together, ready to tackle whatever comes their way.
an exception to the rule | ch. 11: epilogue
#this is so stunning!#bee!#the way you can see each of them in just silhouettes is amazing#art rec#💖💖💖💖💖
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Chapter 4!
And if you need to start from the beginning:
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#flirting to hide the fact that i love you more than the entire universe#<-#the way they smile at each other#pure happiness#💖💖💖💖💖
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this week's @galladrabbles prompt has been provided by the most magical @callivich / @ianandmickeygallavich1 [sorry, i get confused at which to tag] in the form of: blur.
read from the start here or on ao3.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Terry's words felt like silver coating Mickey's skin.
Memories passed his inner eye in a blur. Summers spent picking berries with Mandy. Hunting with Kolya and Iggy. Forging his first mirror.
His own eyes looking back at him. So alive. So full of love.
He could feel Laura's presence now. In the wind brushing through the grass. In the warmth of Ian's palm.
"Mick." There, too. In the singsang of his voice.
He closed his eyes. Just for a moment.
She was there, too, in the beating of his heart.
"I'm not afraid of you anymore."
#yes Mickey!!!!#be brave!#don’t be afraid anymore!#Nosho#I’m always in awe of your ability to write such beautiful fairy tales#fic rec#💖💖💖💖💖
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Galladrabbles - Blur
This week's @galladrabbles inspired by @callivich 's prompt "blur" is a continuation from last week's drabble and part of my drabble series which you can read: HERE
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His shift goes on. Hours blurring together. Mickey's voice is Ian's lifeline. Every time they get a call. He can hear that Mickey dreads sending them out again. The little talks afterwards.
Now Ian's off the clock and he needs something else to get through the rest of the day. He wants dancing, sweat and sex. But he opts for sugar and fat and a trip to the corner shop.
He's just paying for his five Snicker bars when…
“Hey, Red. You gotta buy all of them? Spare one for a guy in need?”
Mickey.
Ian sways. Turns and stares…
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Fluffbruary
February 25: breathe | offer | ignite
Watermelon (pumpkins aren’t in season in February, okay?)
This was much more blood, sweat, and tears than it had any right to be. I don’t know why @rutherinahobbit puts up with me but I’m very glad she does.
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Hit the Fluffbruary tag to see the other days in the challenge and check out @fluffbruary for MORE FLUFF
This is my RedBubble Shop, for anyone interested.
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Chapter 12: Crazy
Fandom: Shameless (US)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Tami Tamietti, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Romance, Supernatural Elements, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Multiverse, Meta, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, Non-Linear Narrative
Series: Part 2 of You Can Bite Me
Summary:
Paramedic Ian Gallagher knows true love exists. He’s not going to settle until he finds it either, no matter how much his friends and family roll their eyes at him. Mickey Milkovich, on the other hand, isn’t sure about all that stuff. He’s an engineer with a long to-do list, and chasing rainbows isn’t on it. He’ll never say no to a good time and a pretty face though.
When they meet, it will feel like kismet, something inevitable that neither of them can shake. Honestly though, who would want to?
Falling in love can be the easiest thing in the world, especially when the whole universe is rooting for you… That’s if the whole universe is rooting for you.
A You Can Bite Me universe fic.
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hey bud 💚 how about 18 "it's so hot when you talk like that" if you're feeling it?
"It's so hot when you talk like that."
additional tags: hypothetical pregnancy discussion, hypothetical breeding kink, ian's been reading a lot of ABO on the DL
"Can't believe that motherfucker Allen."
Ian closes their apartment door behind them, sealing them away from yet another neighbor interaction. "Makin' Jill carry all those bags when she's - what, thirty weeks pregnant?" He's nosy - don't worry about it.
"Thirty one," Mickey corrects, because he's even nosier. "What a piece of shit."
"Well...least we were there," says Ian, finally able to worm the handle of their plastic CVS bag back down to his hand now that it's not occupied with another family's groceries. "Think they'll make us godparents?"
At the counter, Mickey grimaces. "Ugh. Don't even fuckin' joke about that."
It gets a laugh from Ian - the striking contrast between Jill's produce bags and their CVS bag of lube, condoms, and beef jerky not lost on him in the slightest.
"Better not pull any of that shit on me."
Ian looks up from their spoils. Tries to imagine a world where he'd pull an Allen on his husband. "Never," he says. "I'm a gentleman after all."
"Uh huh..." He can hear Mickey's grin as it trails off into the refrigerator, his head and shoulders blocked by the open door. "Course, for that you'd haveta put a baby in me first."
And oh, the way Ian's sensors go off in his brain... How a little pop of interest licks up his belly... Well that was a thing to fucking say! "Ha ha..." play it cool... "Yeah..."
It's just a stupid, passing comment. They make it to each other sometimes, comfortable in the silliness of it. But that doesn't mean Ian's brain hasn't taken it and molded it into perfect, sexy little shapes for himself.
"You expect me to carry around your pups like that, I expect your ass to cater to me day 'n night..."
Okay...
Ian takes a slow breath in, his nostrils flaring.
He sets the lube down.
Goes with his gut and approaches Mickey from behind, just as he's closing the refrigerator door. Because if he's gonna keep talking about this shit, then Ian's got no choice but to follow his animal instincts, right?
"Oh," he feels Mickey grin as he swoops in to wrap his arms around him, pulling him close against his chest. "That right, big guy?"
And fuck, Ian's just gonna go for it. Just gonna indulge a little, the fantasy of all those stories he's been sneaking in at night playing out right in front of him on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. "It's so hot when you talk like that..."
He murmurs it into Mickey's ear. Finds comfort in being able to hide his face from him, because he's definitely blushing a deep red when Mickey feeds into it - "What...talkin' 'bout you knockin' me up...?" - because of course he does.
And all Ian can do is hum in affirmation, his hold around his husband tightening as he drags his lips down the side of his warm neck, looking for his pulse point. "Mhm..."
Because that's hot...right? Ian laying Mickey out and pumping a nice big load into him? Getting him pregnant? Taking care of him while Mickey carries his child? Yeah, he knows it's not realistic and yeah, he knows it's a little fucked up, but come on... All those stories are kinda onto something.
In the kitchen's golden afternoon light, Mickey presses his ass back into his lap, teasing at the very obvious bulge in Ian's jeans. "Ya know, stud...we could make a baby right now..."
It's got heat and pleasure spreading through Ian's lap - up through his chest. Holy fuck. "Yeah...?" He fucking loves this man. "Want me to getchya pregnant, baby?"
"Mhm... Want ya to stick this big ol' cock in me and knot me up..."
And Ian is so blindly horny that it almost slips past him. He's so ready to haul Mickey into their bedroom and crack open the new lube but then he-... Wait a minute... He just said-...
Ian grows still behind him, embarrassment waiting in the wings as he carefully asks it. "How do you know that word...?"
"What... Knot...?" He can't see Mickey's face, but god damn he can hear the smirk on his lips. "Same reason I know your phone password..."
And oh... Ohhh boy, should Ian be having a crisis?
No. No, he doesn't think so. Because even with his search history fresh in mind, Mickey's playing along - feeding right into it, with another press of his ass into his lap and then a teasing brow raise as he starts for their bedroom.
"C'mon you alpha freak - come put a baby in me."
Ian stands for a second, at a loss for words in the middle of their kitchen.
But then they kick right in again - his animal instincts - and he's hot on Mickey's tail.
Fuck, he loves this man. He'll carry a thousand fucking grocery bags for him.
[ send me a smutty one-liner ]
#RAY 🤩😍#!!!!!!!!!!!#love how Mickey has discovered Ian’s reading and has clearly decided to save this info for the perfect moment#I can just imagine the pure glee he feels when he drops the bomb of the word ‘knot’ at the perfect moment#I think Ian would absolutely be into a/b/o#makes so much sense#100% convinced that Ian has a breeding kink#so yes if he stumbled on to a/b/o fic he would be delighted#the flirting and horniness is just A+++++++ here#literally love every single bit of this#from Ian’s little play it cool ‘haha’ 😳#to Mickey just coming up with the best lines for Ian#and if you ever wanted to write more of this? I would love it#if you’re inspired#because what was Mickey’s first reaction when he read what Ian was reading?#how long has he known?#what happens immediately after this fic?#fic rec#💖💖💖💖💖💖
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Adding another to the Polaroid series ! Hope yall enjoy
#Harvey it’s so wonderful to see you back#and I hope you are doing good 💖#this is so beautiful!#the tender kiss?#while they’re wearing Hawaiian shirts?#the freckles?????#gorgeous work!!!#art rec#💖💖💖💖💖💖
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Gallavich is literally the “if you dont love me at my worst, you dont deserve me at my best” but they DID love each other through thick and thin, and stuck together and loved eachother through all the shit, and they deserved their happy ending.
mickey and ian ARE eachothers best. They make EACHOTHER better BECAUSE they love each other and they know that no matter what happens, the other one is never going to leave. They have this deep sense of trust and security in one another, from first to last, and honestly i think that’s beautiful.
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i firmly believe there’s a time when Mickey goes back to school. probably around season 3, because the courts tell him a condition of his release and probation is to go back to school. he barely turns up, only enough so his PO isn’t on his ass.
obviously, he doesn’t want to be there. so one day he’s sort of sitting in the back of some class - something like english that he doesn’t care about at all - and just goes to sleep because it’s boring. the teacher comes over, tells him off, and he just does something like flips her off and rolls his eyes, to which he obviously gets detention.
he usually wouldn’t go to detention, but he thinks he may as well because he doesn’t rlly wanna go home.
now, ian also gets detention that day, which is unusual for him. maybe he had a very public argument with Lip, calling him some names and a teacher who really hates swearing threw him in detention.
when ian walks in, mickey’s already there, leaning back on his chair. he almost falls off when he sees ian. ian will smirk and sit on the seat in front of him, not next to him. and because mickey is like a three year old with a crush half the time, he spends his time kicking the back of ian’s chair.
there’s another boy in detention, i imagine it to be a sort of American-jock type. all arrogance and self importance. he goes up to mickey and acts like their friends or some shit just because mickey dealt at a few of his parties.
“hey bro, how’ve you been?”
now mickey doesn’t really remember him, so he just sort of scowls.
“….good”
“that’s so good, bro, so, do you have anything on you i could buy?”
mickey doesn’t, actually, because he doesn’t make a habit of bringing copious amounts of drugs into a place where he could easily get caught.
“nah.”
and then it’s over and Chad or whatever goes back to his own seat. it’s then that he sees ian, and chad has some homophobic bullshit built up in his head. also, mickey’s there and he sort of wants to impress the bad boy drug dealer who won’t give him the time of day. at this point, mandy and lip are banging, so a lot of people know ian’s gay.
he goes up to ian, assuming while mickey kicks his chair and laughs when ian turns around pissed off it’s because of the same stuff he has in mind.
he calls ian something homophobic, and ian just rolls his eyes and tells him to fuck off. Chad gets mad at the indifference and slams a hand down on the desk.
“you wanna fuckin’ quit it with that?” mickey pipes up from his seat.
“you don’t got a problem with the gays, mick?” chad says and mickey instantly looks a little lost.
ian sighs and says shit like “just fuck off, Chad, I don’t have time for your bullshit.” because he doesn’t really need or expect mickey to fight his battles for him.
chad gets mad at ian again but he’s a pussy, so doesn’t outright attack him. just slams his hand down a few more times, starts yellling. ian just can’t be bothered to give a shit, is more annoyed he got in detention in the first place.
mickey stands up, because chads getting annoyed at ian’s lack of reaction and gets in chad’s face.
he says some excuse like ‘he’s friends with my sister’ but at the end of the day he shoves chad back and away.
chad tries to make some stupid joke, like ‘we were just playing’ and mickey’s having none of it.
“go sit your ass down over there you fucking pussy and leave him alone” and chad walks away with his tail between his legs.
ian sort of beams, sort of grumbles at mickey. like he smiles, but also mutters to him that he can fight his own battles, but thanks.
mickey just shrugs even though he’s blushing a bit because that sort of shows he cares, doesn’t it? but then he goes back to kicking ian’s chair and ian goes back to getting annoyed while he tries to do some homework.
they leave together and chad leaves thoroughly dejected. they go to the dugouts and ian keeps grinning at mickey and mickey keeps rolling his eyes at him and its just a bit sweet.
#I love this idea so much!#Mickey flirting with Ian by kicking his chair#and coming to his defense!!!!#and Ian loving that#this is such perfect early seasons vibes#fic rec#💖💖💖💖💖
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🌿 Names Mickey Calls Ian Throughout Their Greenhouse Trip And Beyond 🍅🌿
i took my annual trip to the greenhouse today for my tomatoes, so you all know what time it is. please enjoy.
honorable mention Beefsteak 🍅
#😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#oh my god#they’re gonna get kicked out and banned from the garden center aren’t they?!#💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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