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Who Are We To Wonder Where We’re Goin? End
Ian still has to leave for basic training in two days, leaving Mickey behind. Mickey unsure of if he should ask Ian to wait or be free to date other people while he's gone.
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Mickey reached up and cupped the side of Ian's face with his hand and leaned up to kiss him. As he did he used his other hand to reach down and give Ian's waistband a gentle tug downwards.
Ian broke the kiss with a laugh, Mickey bit his lower lip with a grin, but continued to tug at Ian's boxers.
Ian let the material slide down his waist and finally reached down with one hand and yanked them off, tossing them absentmindedly to the side.
As he turned back to Mickey he let himself keep going and he laid down on top of him, burying his face in the cook of Mickey's neck.
Mickey's arms reached up and wrapped around Ian, pulling him close to him, the red curls on his head tickling his nose.
Ian inhaled deeply and sighed, "You smell good." He murmured his lips reverberating off Mickey's shoulder.
Mickey chuckled and his arms constricted tighter around Ian.
"You're so fucking soft Mickey. I feel like, this is what heaven should feel like, warm and soft like being wrapped in clouds." Ian's arms snaked around Mickey and squeezed.
"I dunno about that." Mickey chuckled.
"Well fuck if it's not what heaven's like then who the fuck wants to go there? Fuck you get sick of working IT you would make a fucking killing as one of those professional cuddlers." Ian asked with a laugh.
Mickey shook his head as he laughed, "You're a fuckin dick."
Ian hummed and let his arms slide down and he kissed Mickey again, "I'd rather have you all to myself anyway. Been waiting for you for a long time Milkovich." Ian said sheepishly.
#who are we to wonder where we're goin?#fat mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#gallavich#shameless#Ian Gallagher has a crush on Mickey Milkovich#mickey milkovich has a crush on ian gallagher#soft#fluff
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Got a three day weekend and no plans.
Send me some prompty things!
Generally been on a steddie, steddilly, and gallavich kick, thank you @wh0lemilk0vich
But I like writing hellcheer too!
#honestly i can work with most ships#cept kids with teens and kids with adults#dont really write the kids at all 😂#fat eddie munson#chaser steve harrington#chaser billy hargrove#fat mickey milkovich#chaser ian gallagher#steddie wg#steddilly wg#gallavich wg#honestly either way with hellcheer#misha i love our gremlin community#needless to say this is fandom wg stuff
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if this ian knew he was going to marry mickey milkovich
#the big fat crush he had already oh my god#he was constantly daydreaming about that (real)#gallavich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#shameless
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Please tubby Mickey Milkovich engagement, amen
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Hi! I read "What I own" and I loved it I was wondering if you could write something about Ian and Mickey being protective. If you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it you can just ignore this. Have a nice day/evening/night!
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Mickey Milkovich x Ian Gallagher x Fem reader
Requested by: anon
Warnings: Protective Ian and Mickey, Swearing, Violence, Reader gets called a slut.
A/n: If you don't like the warnings then I don't read!
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Y/n was sat at a table in the pub along with her boyfriends, they were sipping their beers while some fat dumpy looking dude and his ganky friends all stared at her.
"What the hell are they looking at?" Mickey asked.
Y/n and Ian glanced up at them, the fat dude winked at her and patted the seat next to him and his buddy's. Mickey nearly spit out his beer, he clutched the bottle so tight, it was a wonder it didn't break.
Ian leaned in and whispered. "Calm down, Mickey."
"He keeps looking at Y/n and I'll break his fuckin jaw."
"Hey, Pretty girl." One of the men yelled. "Why don't you come over here? Come sit with real men instead of those boys."
Ian and Mickey stood up, knocking the table forward and making their chairs fall to the floor.
"The fuck did you call us, asshole!?" Mickey cursed.
"I called you boys, cuz that's what you are." The man stumbled from his stool and slurred his words. "Just boys, who don't know how to please a pretty woman like her." The dude reached out and caressed her cheek, Mickey snatched the man's hand away and twisted it. The man screamed and tried to pull away, but Mick wouldn't let go.
"You ever touch our woman again, and I'll cut your hands off and shove them up your-"
"Mickey!" Y/n interjected.
"Let's just go, come on."
"I'm in the middle of a fuckin conversation."
Y/n gently took his hand, making his tensed form soften.
"Come on, Mick. He's not worth the trouble, the dick head is drunk anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a fight."
The man lowered his brows at her and made an offended look.
"You think I can't beat Wish Al Capone's ass here any day of the weak?" He asked.
"No."
The man took a swing at Mickey, but Y/n grabbed his arm and nailed him between the legs with her foot. He fell to the floor wailing in pain, Mick and Ian smiled, wrapping their arms around her and flipping the rest of the bar off.
They walked out of the pub laughing, Mick never imagined sweet Y/n to fuck someone up, she was just too cute and innocent....or so he thought.
Y/n sat in the passengers side of Mickey's car, while Ian was in the back and Mick was in the driver's seat.
"Hey, Ian." He said.
"Yeah?"
"If you feel underneath the seat, you find two baseball bats. One for you and one for me, we're going back in there and showing the rest of them who the fuck their messing with."
Ian smiled and pulled the bats out, Y/n looked between the two shaking her head.
"No!" She objected. "You'll either get arrested or killed or you'll kill someone."
Mickey smiled and got out of the car, he started heading back over to the pub.
"Stay in here, okay?" Ian said, rubbing her shoulder. "We'll be right back."
Y/n looked hesitant, she bit her lip and looked over at the pub door.
"Gimme a kiss." Ian said.
Y/n smiled, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.
"Be safe."
THE END ❤️
#fyp#foryou#fanfic#foryoupage#x reader#requested#mickey milkovich x ian gallagher#ian gallagher x fem reader#ian gallagher x reader#ian gallagher x mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich x reader#mickey milkovich#Mickey milkovich x Fem reader#Mickey milkovich x y/n#mickey milkovich x you
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I’m finishing up with Shameless now and, man, something I could write a whole essay on is the fat-shaming. It’s not even body issue stuff you’d find in poor ghetto neighborhoods (which would look more systematised, internalized, and self-hating). Instead Shameless' fat phobia is very LA and US show business.
Also, I can’t agree with those that attack Gallavich and their fans on principal. Out of all the ongoing romantic relationships on Shameless Mickey and Ian’s is one of the healthie... hmm... maybe functional is a better word. Although they’re not there yet, I don’t doubt they’ll get there because they want to. Desperately. Do people honestly think they’d fight tooth and nail to love each other in peace and then not put in the work to make it work? They are tenacious enough to figure their shit out and sincerely in love enough to want the best for each other. Even when they regress and fall back on their worst habits, they follow it up with a renewed determination to be better (and succeed for the most part). That makes them leagues ahead of a majority of the other characters in the show. Furthermore, I think Ian might just be the only person who could convince Mickey to seek out a therapist, which he does need (can you imagine being a fly on the wall of those sessions? They’d be hilarious and heartbreaking).
On that point, I disagree with the pervasive instinct to self-righteously pontificate on characters in a show about systematic poverty and abuse like they’re watching rabid animals caged in a zoo. Writing the protagonists off as ‘abusive’ and ‘toxic’ wholesale without reflection for why they’ve become who they are and how? On how far they’ve come or how they’re trying? This inability to contextualize characters and their stories says more about the overall willingness to dehumanise those characters, and the failure to understand systematic oppression generally, then it does about those character. Poor, marginalized, and abusive environments breaks and frustrates the development of characters that exist in a world like Shameless, but also, characters of middle and upper class environments can exhibit behaviors that are as ‘toxic’ and ‘abusive’ only it manifests in ways that are seen as socially acceptable. People are not static, nor do we always have the tools to best understand and deal with a situation. That does not make people ‘toxic’ and ‘abusive’. Lives are allowed to touch others. We are allowed to stumble, to be wrong and make mistakes. We are allowed to need help to become our better selves and people are allowed to consent to helping us through that journey.
That’s not even getting into the ins and outs of what Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich meant to abused, mentally unwell, and closeted queer viewers. Their individual character arcs and their love story is hope that you too can overcome your environment. That you can love and be loved regardless of how the world sees you. That you’re just as worthy of this development and of this great love story. That you are deserving of having your humanity recognized and your pain contextualized. That you can someday be free and love freely. Mickey and Ian are open to growing, their love is resilient, and they’re going to be okay. That matters more than some impulse to moralize at, or rant about, “Gallavich fans” don’t you think?
#Shameless (US)#Shameless US#shameless#shameless spoilers#shameless (us) spoilers#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#gallavich#i'm likely preaching to a choir on tumblr#but i needed to say it
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The Uniform
Note: written quickly on my lunch break, mistakes to be corrected later.
Ian knew Mickey was going to be working security at the Old Army in the mall, but he hadn't known about the uniform. He watched in amazement as his boyfriend pulled on a lilac, fucking LILAC, polo shirt and pleated khaki shorts. With his hair combed and devoid of styling product, Mickey Milkovich looked...shit, he kinda looked a suburban dad.
"They pay you extra to wear that?" Ian asked. Mickey exhaled dramatically.
"I know right? It's fucking hideous." He turned and looked on in despair at his ass. The khakis really were terrible.
"It's not all bad. The purple really brings out your eyes." Which was true but it was also to get a rise out of Mickey.
"Fuck you."
"Later, when you take those shorts off."
"Fuck, my ass looks huge." And not in a good way, either. Still, Mickey was Ian's boyfriend and terrible khakis aside, the man was fucking gorgeous.
Ian rose from the bed and walked to Mickey, placing his hands on his hips to roughly turn him to face Ian.
"Still hot, though. Besides," Ian leaned down and kissed Mickey's neck, "we both," kiss, "know that," kiss kiss, "I'm," kiss, "into that," kiss, "fat ass." He finally kissed Mickey's lips and to prove his point, grabbed Mickey's ass. Fuck, the fabric was cheap too. Mickey was gonna be in a foul mood later. Whatever, Ian would fuck it out of him.
On his way out, Ian slapped Mickey's ass one more time, earning a delightful smirk in return. Oh yeah, definitely fucking that later.
#gallavich#gallavich fic#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#just thinking about how ian would have reacted to seeing that uniform for the first time#also those shorts were so unflattering#how they managed to find shorts that make noel look bad i have no idea but damn#scurv writes
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I would like to hear more dad ian and mickey thoughts from you 🥺👉👈
oooh boy ok ok wow alright hmm gosh oh man. This is a high pressure ask for me because so many people have so many great thoughts about them as dads and they all make me soft and sappy and I accept them all as my headcanons! But these are a few of the thoughts that I have.
under the cut because I apparently have quite a lot of thoughts???
So I feel like they're definitely gonna have a chonker. Even if it's not biologically related to either of them, it just, in my head it's a fat baby. Everyone kind of makes jokes about it and pretends it's really difficult to lift it and whatever. Ian is just unhappy about all the joking, and Mickey tells him don't worry about it it's just jokes and everyone loves the kid, but Ian makes sure every night when he has a minute alone with the baby, to let it know that it is beautiful and perfect and valid and so so loved, because he doesn't want his kid to grow up thinking about its weight before it even really knows what that is.
I think Ian is the dad that they want when they're overwhelmed or having a tantrum or just can't. cope. They just want to climb into Ian's lap and have his big arms around them and hear him murmur soothing nonsense against their temple (as do we all I'm sure). He smells like home and comfort and he lets them take as long as they want to calm down, and he wipes their teary cheeks with his big thumbs and makes a little joke when they're ready and they need him for that. No one makes them feel better like Ian does.
But I feel like Mickey's the one they go to when they have a problem they want to figure out for themselves. Ian always wants to help. He wants them to feel better. He wants to fix things. And Mickey wants that too, but he's also just, less of a Gallagher. He didn't grow up with the team mentality that Ian did, if a Milkovich kid had a problem, they fixed it themselves. And obviously he's not gonna leave his kid to fend for itself, and if some little shitface needs a beatdown then he'll be there with his knuckle dusters and a shovel, but also he doesn't think it's such a bad thing for the kid to work through things for themselves every now and then. And the kid likes that. They like that they can tell Mickey something and not be immediately told what to do, or have input from a whole bunch of aunts and uncles and cousins, none of whom really have any idea what the situation is really like. Mickey sits with them, asks a few questions, makes a few suggestions, but ultimately lets them get there by themself. And if he helps them plan a couple of pretty awesome and borderline violent revenge pranks every now and then, well, Ian never has to know 😏
This child is obsessed with 80s culture. Halloween costumes include Jon Bon Jovi, the fortune teller machine from Big, Rambo, Segal obviously, Hans Grueber, and Pat Benatar. Ian helps make them all. Mickey gives out copious high fives and takes a lot of pictures. There are lots of selfies of them wearing bandanas and making rock hands 🤘
They love family bath time! Mickey creates elaborate scenarios with plastic submarines and helicopters and gunfights and 'splosions, which the baby thinks are hilarious and makes the little squealy happy noises every time Mickey makes the AK47 noises. Ian does lots of sensory splashing and making sounds with the water and playing peekaboo, which the baby also loves. They amass so many bath toys it's ridiculous. But every time they talk about getting rid of some, they can't pick any that they can bear to part with.
They just love their kid a lot man. And they're both obsessed with making sure it's eating enough, and is always warm and has spending money and shoes with no holes in.
Ok that's all I have 😭😭😭 Greatest tragedy we never got to see them be dads. They're gonna be the best fucking dads!
#drish ilysm thank you for letting me unleash!#I didn't even know I had all these feelings about this but apparaently I do!#howlin atcha#🐶🐱#galladads
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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags - under the cut to save everyone’s dash.
(tagged by @diazly, thank you! <3)
disclaimer is, i have seriously been in only 2/3 of these fandoms.
1. eddie diaz, THEE babygirl who deserves all the nice things - 911.
2. eva brighi, season 1 was the GOAT because of her - skam italia.
3. nyota uhura, truly an all-time fave - star trek tos/aos.
4. mickey milkovich, this man makes me ugly sob - shameless.
5. amanita caplan, i’m in awe - sense8. (petition to have more gifs of her)
6. robin buckley (and steve harrington), they’re just extremely relatable - stranger things.
7. finn nelson, babygirl #2 - my mad fat diary.
8. angela lopez, i’m in love with this woman - the rookie.
9. terry jeffords, golden heart and all - brooklyn nine-nine.
10. maria deluca, when i tell you i was obsessed with her - roswell og.
(110% double tagging someone but) @labyrinthbuck @oneawkwardcookie @sorryalecwho @theedorksinlove @gayofthefae @ellelans @sherlocking-out-loud @therapizededdie @scrollgirl @colonoscopys if you want to <3
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Epilogue Who Are We To Wonder Where We’re Goin
Alright my arm was completely twisted into this 😉
EPILOGUE
Ian comes home from basic training and is reunited with Mickey.
#who are we to wonder where we're goin?#fat mickey milkovich#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#ian gallagher is in the army#gallavich#early dating gallavich#shameless#Ian Gallagher has a crush on Mickey Milkovich#mickey milkovich has a crush on ian gallagher#ian gallagher loves mickey milkovich#Mickey Milkovich loves Ian Gallagher
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elaborating more about dental assistant Mickey and patient Ian because I don’t have the brain matter to write a fic about it but believe it crucial to get out into the tumblrverse.
Ian can’t stop staring as he follows Mickey to the exam room. The scrubs he’s wearing are clinging to every ounce, but especially his ass and thighs.
As Ian’s chair is tilted back he doesn’t space off looking at the ceiling like he usually does he’s staring at the blue eyed man above him putting the rinser and suction wand in his mouth while his dentist talks about flossing.
Mickey is unable to keep a grin from his pudgy face as Ian tries to talk with the tools in his mouth.
Mickey leaning a little closer to assist the dentist with something and his thick thigh and lower belly press against Ian’s shoulder and it takes Ian every power of control he has to not pop a boner right there.
Ian wants to ask him out and shamelessly flirts with him, finding him adorable and cute as well as fucking hot.
Ian basically chickens out and doesn’t ask him out before leaving the office.
He comes back later the same day, Mickey sees him and is concerned that his new crown came off or something.
“I just needed to be sure I was taking the proper precautions with the new crown, but can’t remember exactly what the dentist said. Was hoping I could get someone to supervise me at dinner?”
“That’s how you’re asking me out? You’re fucking weird, but I like you, sure Red.”
They go to Sizzlers.
#fat mickey milkovich#fat mickey is best mickey#chaser ian Gallagher#chaser!ian gallagher#fat!mickey milkovich
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Day 6 - Cliché Teen Movie (aka Gallavich meets A Cinderella Story)
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“Mickey, honey, I’m desperate,” Eleanor said, skating around him where he was refilling napkin canisters, arms filled with dirty dishes. “Can you cover that back booth for me?”
“Sure,” Mickey nodded as she skated away, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose when he looked at the corner booth recognizing exactly who was sitting there. He pulled his notepad and pen from the god-awful pink apron he had to wear and headed to the table.
Regretting it instantly when he hears Byron speaking.
“Why do I have a feeling I won’t be able to get a Zone meal around here?” He said, voice obnoxiously pitched.
“I already ate,” The girl next to him spoke, Madison, he thinks her name is.
“Laxatives don’t count as a food group, Madison,” one of the boys on the opposite side of the table chuckled and Mickey rolled his eyes
“Shut up, David,” Madison sneered and unfortunately Mickey had reached their table.
“Well, look who it is, the dirtiest white boy in America, Milkovich,” Byron grinned, turning his attention to Mickey who tried his absolute hardest not to roll his eyes.
Blue eyes met green for a second, the only person at the table who hadn’t spoken but looked away. “What can I get you?” He asked, fixing them with the most half-assed smile he could muster.
“Hm,” Byron started, looking down at the menu, “What can I get here that has no sugar, no carbs, and is fat-free?”
“Water,” Mickey answered simply, biting back his grin when Ian laughed from his spot next to Byron.
“Water? Feisty,” David laughed.
“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Madison asked, and Byron looked less than impressed if his glare at Mickey told him anything.
“Well, it was funny,” Ian muttered and Mickey tried not to get distracted by how pretty his smile was.
“I’ll have a Vos,” Byron cut in.
“Excuse me?” Mickey asked, annoyed when Byron laughed.
“It’s bottled water,” The red-head on the outside of the table spoke, using a tone as if she was talking to a child. “From Norway.”
“She’s the worst,” Byron muttered under his breath, sharing a look with the girl, Madison.
“Sorry, we only have water from the tap,” Mickey retorted, using the same tone, they could take their Norway water and shove it up their asses.
“Oh, well then, I’ll have an iced tea,” Byron answered, perking up. Mickey raised his eyebrows in an okay, whatever way before jotting down the drink.
“Make that two, and, uh, you know, I’m still waiting on the breakfast burrito, diner boy,” David added, this time Mickey did roll his eyes as he turned away from the table, biting the inside of his cheek at the round of laughs behind him.
He glanced over at the table as he filled the glasses, wondering what they were talking about. Not that he really cared. But, you know, Ian’s hot, and maybe Mickey likes to look at him with his stupid red hair and freckly skin.
He sees Byron and the two girls get up just as he’s heading over, David and the other boy following closely. “Later, Milkovich,” he smirks as he passes and Mickey wants to throw the tea in his stupid face.
He ends up face to face with Ian, having to look up to properly meet his green eyes. He holds up a bill for the drink but Mickey shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it, man,” He shakes his head, before skating around him and heading to the bar.
“You know those kids remind me of why I used to fight in school,” Sheila said, tossing a towel over her shoulder and taking the drinks from him. He chuckled, not because he didn’t believe her, she was South Side just like him, it’s just that imagining Sheila in a fight was very amusing to him.
“Have no fear! Zorro is here!” Mickey looked towards the door, laughing when his eyes landed on Austin at the front of the store dressed in a black hat and cape. Prancing over happily when his eyes landed on Mickey who had moved to wipe down the spot a customer had been sitting in. “Aaaand he’s got the keys to his dad's Mercedes. Wait, you’re not going to the dance dressed like a bus boy are you?”
“I’m not going, Austin,” Mickey said, ducking under the counter.
“What? Wait, what do you mean, you’re not going?” Austin asked, putting his hands up and taking a step back when he went to follow Mickey but Sheila shooed him away. “Okay, okay, sorry. What about…what about cyberdude?”
“Cyberdude?” Sheila asked and Mickey could have stabbed Austin with the nearest fork if he wasn’t his best friend. “Is he talking about the boy who had been sending you those love notes?”
“They’re not love notes, Sheils. They’re emails,” Mickey shook his head.
“Mickey, if a man is taking his time to write down his feelings for you then they’re love notes,” Sheila said, a huge grin spreading across her face, matching the dopey looking one on Austin’s face.
“And he wants to meet her tonight at the dance,” Austin added in a sing-song voice,making Sheila gasp.
“What are you still doing here?” She asked, grabbing Mickey to stop him from the cleaning he was doing.
“Uh, I’m obeying orders,” Mickey answered pointedly.
“Mickey, babe, this is your true love,” Austin replied, leaning over the counter.
“Well, true love is going to have to wait—”
“Oh, please, save all that drama for the soap operas. You are going to that dance,” Sheila demanded in that motherly way that she tends to do.
“I can’t go. If Terry found out he would kill me. Literally. Then bring me back to clean up the mess,” Mickey argued, shaking his head, wiping the counter even though it really wasn’t dirty.
“If he wants to hurt you, he’s gonna have to go through me,” Sheila said. “Mickey, your mom did not leave this earth wanting you to be unhappy. It’s time for you to find your own happiness, starting with this dance.”
“Yeah, Mickey. You’re always studying and you're always working,” Manny said from his spot by the grill. “You need to take some time for yourself.”
“Yeah! Why don’t you go out, get your groove on,” Eleanor added, dancing and making Mickey laugh.
“You know what, you guys are right, I never do anything for myself,” Mickey said, looking around at the few people he actually considered his family.
“No you don’t,” They all agreed.
“And I deserve to have some fun. I’m gonna go to that dance and meet the guy of my dreams,” Mickey said, smiling as he tossed the rag on the counter.
“Yes!” They all cheered but Mickey frowned.
“What is it?” Sheila asked.
“I don’t have a costume,” He said, of course he didn’t. Fuck.
“But you will,” Sheila grinned, grabbing Mickey’s wrist and pulling him out of the diner, Austin following closely behind them. “Come on this way,” She giggled, the three of them jogging down the sidewalk. Down a stretch that had shops on either side of the road but Mickey wasn’t sure where they were going.
“Vernon, Mickey needs a costume,” Sheila called through the door they stopped in front of where a man had just flipped the closed sign.
“No, no, Sheila. I’m closed,” The man shook his head.
“Oh, come on, I’ll give you free breakfast for a week,” She offered, and the man seemed to consider this.
“Make it a month,” He said, unlocking the door.
“Deal,” Sheila grinned, pulling Mickey into the store. “Everyone start looking around, there's got to be something here.”
“I like this one,” Austin mumbled from somewhere behind Mickey.
“Put it in the dressing room!” Sheila called, carrying an arm full of costumes toward the back of the store. Mickey chuckled to himself and kept looking, only to be pulled away from the rack. “Uh-uh. Come one you gotta start trying these on!” Sheila insisted, grabbing Mickey once again and pulling him towards the dressing room, pushing him in and sliding the curtain shut.
He grabbed the first costume he could find, not really paying attention to it as he stripped down to just a tank top and boxers. Once he put it on he sighed with an eye roll, a bullfighter costume, really? Complete with a pink cape. He pushed the curtain open Sheila and Austin stopped to look at him.
“Olé,” The store owner grinned.
“No way,” Sheila shook her head, Mickey rolled his eyes and headed right back to the dressing room.
The next costume was as awful as the first and when he walked out the first thing he saw was Austin standing there with a headband that was supposed to look like a knife going through his head.
“Hey!” He giggled happily, “Ya killin’ me!”
Mickey took off the wig that went with the costume and chunked it at his friend, turning around before he could watch it hit him in the face.
“Absolutely not,” Mickey cringed, throwing the full body pig costume to the side, not even attempting to try it on.
“Who the hell picked this out?” Mickey grumbled, walking out of the dressing room holding up a hula girl outfit still on the hanger.
“Aloha,” Austin grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and Mickey just about ripped off the coconut bra and threw it at him. Sheila gave Vernon a pointed look and he put his hands up in defense.
“Okay, okay. I got something,” He said, backing away from the counter.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mickey glared at the mirror as he walked out, a fucking priest costume. As soon as the curtain opened he sneezed and caused his eyes to narrow even more.
“Bless you,” The other three said in unison.
“Fuck off,” Mickey rolled his eyes turning round once again, “Useless.”
“Sheila this is hopeless,” Mickey called out behind the curtain, metal parts to a knight costume clanking around. Yeah, he wasn’t putting that on.
“Mickey, come on dear, I think I know just what you should wear,” Sheila called as Mickey finished putting his shoes back on. “Thanks Vernon!” Sheila called as they left the store and hurried back to Sheila’s car, Austin getting into the car his dad let him borrow.
“You wait here, we’ll be right back,” Sheila called as she and Mickey rushed inside. “I’ll be right back,” She smiled, rushing off to another part of the house.
He walked around the living room, looked at the picture on the walls and ended up at a table that was set up for what seemed to be a jewelry making station. He picked up one of the pieces and hummed.
“Sheils, you sure do have a knack for taking something simple and making it beautiful,” Mickey called out, not even sure where the woman was but assuming she could hear him.
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Sheila giggled, walking into the room with a large white suit bag, laying it out on the coffee table and patting the couch for Mickey to sit next to her.
“I made this suit for my son,” Sheila spoke after a moment, her voice soft, emotional, “He passed away when he was 17. Not many people know about it, we didn’t talk about it much. But this is the suit he was going to wear to his prom,” She explained, as she unzipped the suit. Mickey's eyes were instantly drawn to the sparkly, white suit jacket.
“Oh, Sheila,” Mickey breathed, “It’s beautiful but I can’t wear that.”
“Yes you can,” Sheila insisted. “And you will. That suit has been hanging in the back of my closet for ages just waiting for someone to wear it. It deserves a night out!”
Mickey chuckled, looking between Sheila and the suit, nodding his head.
“Yes?” She asked, a smile pulling at her lips.
“Yes!” Mickey laughed out when Sheila turned to pull him into a hug.
“It’s gonna look so good on you!”
**
The dance hall was already packed by the time Mickey and Austin arrived. He stole Austin’s cape in the car, feeling ridiculous in the sparkly suit, maybe it was too much.
“Mickey, would you take the cape off already!” Austin said, pulling him into the door of the dance. “You look amazing, okay?”
“Look, I’m freaking out, man,” Mickey said, following Austin, ducking down as if that was going to do anything.
“Well, listen, it’s going to be okay, alright? Now, hurry up. It’s almost 11:00—”
“Austin, wait,” Mickey said, grabbing at the cuff of his friend's shirt. “Remember, I have to be back at the diner by 12:00, okay?”
“Uh. Uh, okay. Give me your phone,” He said, holding his hand out to take the offered phone. “I'm going to set the alarm for a quarter to 12:00.”
“Okay,” Mickey nodded, taking the phone back.
“Now give me the cape,” Austin said, rolling his eyes when Mickey hesitated. “Come on, Mick, give me the cape.”
Mickey repented, pulling the cape off and watching the jacket glitter under the multi-colored lights just as the song changed to Best Day of My Life. Austin headed down the stairs first, Mickey's eyes scanning the crowd from the top of the stairs.
Just as he was about to head down a bright light shined right at him through the white mask on his face. Fuck. Of course a spotlight would be put on him, half the crowd turning to look at him as he descended the stairs. Trying to focus on the lyrics of the song rather than the nauseous feeling in this stomach at having so much attention on him at once.
“Wow,” Austin breathed as Mickey reached the bottom of the stairs. “Told you you looked amazing,” He teased, leading Mickey into the crowd.
“It’s almost time,” Mickey said nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on his slacks.
“Don’t worry, okay? Any guy would be completely insane to not like you,” Austin promised, reaching out to squeeze Mickey biceps. “I’m gonna go stand right over there okay? You got this!”
Mickey nodded, smiling as his friend walked away, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He looked up at the shiny disco ball before looking around the crowd and waited.
“Hi,” a voice behind him spoke, Mickey tensed, he recognized that voice. How could he not recognize it? He turned around slowly, blue eyes meeting green once again.
“Ian Gallagher?” Mickey asked, his voice twisting with confusion. Fuck. No this can’t be his guy. He’s hot but there’s no way—right?
“Uh, yeah. I guess my costume doesn’t do a very good job hiding who I am,” He joked and shit there was that smile again.
“No, I—I know exactly who you are,” Mickey answered, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry. This was a really big mistake. I’ve gotta go.”
“Wait. Wait!” Ian called when Mickey turned away. Grabbing his arm to stop him. “It’s not a mistake.”
“Don’t you know who I am?” Mickey asked, narrowing his eyes at the boy in front of him. Green eyes searching blue intently.
“Of course I do!” Ian insisted, nodding his head. “You’re Aleksander M. You’re the guy I’ve been waiting to meet. I know exactly who you are. But, uh, what’s your name?”
“What about your boyfriend, hm?” Mickey asked, raising his eyebrows in question.
“It’s over,” Ian said, that fucking smile stretching across his lips once again. Gesturing for Mickey to follow him towards the punch table. “So, I guess you were expecting some guy who hangs out at Starbucks and writes poetry?”
“Something like that,” Mickey shrugged. “Come on, man, you’re Ian Gallagher. Captain of the football team and student body president…and closet poet? You can’t be both guys.”
“I’m not,” Ian shook his head, eyes going all soft.
“Well then, who are you?” Mickey asked, tilting his head to the side. He looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking.
“On September 7th I wrote to you: “I live in a world full of people pretending to be something they’re not, but when I talk to you—”
“I’m exactly the guy I want to be,” Mickey finished for him. He had remembered that conversation word for word because he had felt the exact same way. Ian smiled again.
“Give me a chance to be that guy,” He asked, “Mind joining me for a stroll outside?”
“If you want to be voted homecoming prince you better stay inside and be seen, you know?” Mickey said, smiling when Ian groaned and shook his head.
“I really don’t care about becoming homecoming prince,” Ian confessed. Mickey sighed before nodding and gesturing for Ian to lead the way. He grabbed Mickey's hand and he just about melted at the way Ian’s hand practically engulfed his own, leading him to the outside door where there were various arches filled with flowers and lights. It seemed quite magical.
“So Aleksander, would you tell me who you are if I guess it right?” Ian asked, clasping his hands behind his back as they walked.
“Mm. Maybe,” Mickey hummed.
“Maybe?” Ian asked and Mickey nodded, “Well, how about we play 20 questions?”
“How about 10?” Mickey offered.
“I’ll take what I can get,” Ian grinned, “Okay, first question, do you actually go to South Side High?”
“Of course,” Mickey answered, laughing at the question.
“I’m just checking! You never know with the internet,” He said and Mickey nodded because yeah, okay.
“Okay, next question, were you disappointed when you found out who I was?” Ian asked, surprising Mickey with the hint of vulnerability in his voice. “Be honest.”
“Surprisingly, no,” Mickey shook his head, because he wasn’t disappointed.
“Did you vote for me for student body president?” He asked and Mickey laughed out loud that time nodding.
“Surprisingly, yes.”
“Really? Hm. Okay, I’ve got it, given the choice would you choose Steven Seagal or Van Damme?” Ian asked, his green eyes lighting up.
“Steven Segal all the way,” Mickey answered as it was the most obvious answer.
“Really?” Ian asked, slightly shocked but amused.
“Yeah, man, fuck Van Damme,” Mickey laughed. “Why does that matter?”
“What? I like my men to have good taste in action movies,” He answered, looking Mickey up and down. “And besides you just eliminated about 50% of the guys in our class.”
“Is that so?” Mickey asked, raising an eyebrow at the red headed boy.
“Mhmm,” He nodded, and Mickey smiled looking down. Ian stopped walking, reaching out to touch Mickey's waist and he thought he would melt at touch, stopping and looking up at Ian.
Ian looked at him for a moment, intense, vulnerable. Mickey wanted to look away but he didn’t. “You’d think I would remember those eyes,” He breathed, still staring intently. “They’re so beautiful.”
Fuck. He was blushing. Mickey felt the heat spreading across his face. Ian couldn’t keep talking to him like that. In that tone. With that look.
“Um, next question,” Mickey said, hoping for a little distraction from dropping to his knees right there and—he shook his head and continued walking. Not bothering to make sure Ian was followed. He just knew he was.
“Do you have any siblings?” He asked after a moment.
“A few. Two brothers, a sister and two step brothers,” Mickey answered, swallowing thickly at the mention of his siblings.
“Wow, big family,” Ian commented, “They go here?”
“No, uh, well, my step brothers do. But uh, my sister and brothers died in a car accident, mom, too.”
Ian stopped again and Mickey stopped with him willingly. “I’m really sorry to hear that. Do you live with your dad?”
“Unfortunately,” Mickey muttered but before Ian could comment he continued. “Yeah, with him, his new wife and her two sons.”
Mickey started walking again he didn’t want anymore I’m sorry’s he’d had enough through the years.
“Wow,” Mickey breathed as the arches opened up to a courtyard with a gazebo in the middle, lights and flowers all around.
“If I asked you to dance, does that count as a question?” Ian asked, and Mickey laughed with a head shake.
“There’s no music,” He answered as they stepped into the gazebo.
“So?” Ian asked, offering his hand to Mickey which he took, letting him lead his smaller hand to his shoulder. Resting one hand on the middle of his back, the other holding his hand.
Mickey was vaguely aware of the sound of crickets chirping and frogs ribbiting. The sound of a band setting up off to the side. Green eyes watched him intently as they began to way and he smelled so good.
Mickey looked over at the same time as Ian when the sound of a guitar started and they both laughed when the guy nodded at them. Looks like they had music after all. The sound of a violin started and Mickey recognized the song but could quite put a name to it, hardly able to think at all with Ian being this close to him. Look at him that way. Spinning him around and pulling him back in like they were in some cliché teen movie.
He pulled Mickey close, bringing a hand up as if to lift the mask he wore but Mickey looked away. Ian pulled his hands away apologetically before offering a hand to dance again which Mickey decided to take, letting Ian spin him around again before pulling him in close.
Mickey laughed as Ian dipped him downward suddenly catching him off guard, their eyes meeting and he brought him back up slowly and god, did Mickey want to kiss him. Their faces were so close.
“All out of questions?” Mickey asked to distract himself from doing exactly that.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Ian asked, beautiful green orbs watching him.
“I’ll let you know,” Mickey answered, biting his lip.
“But I’ve seen you before? Met you?” Ian asked, the hand on his waist squeezing slightly.
“Yes,” Mickey nodded softly.
“Man,” Ian breathed, shaking his head, “How could I have seen you before and not know who you are now?”
“Maybe you were looking but you weren’t really seeing,” Mickey offered, squeezing his hand that was resting on Ian’s shoulder. “Mm. You’ve got one more question left.”
“Okay,” Ian nodded, turning away to pluck a rose from the vines wrapped around the gazebo and offering it to Mickey. He took it and lifted it to his face, smelling the sweet floral scent. “Do you, Aleksander M., feel like you made the right choice meeting me here tonight?”
“I do,” He answered, smiling up at Ian. “And do you, Ian Gallagher, ever want to see me again after tonight?”
Ian took in a deep breath, “Well, I don’t know. I’d have to think about that.”
Mickey laughed, rolling his eyes. “Absolutely, I do,” He said, voice soft, sweet.
He lifted his hands again, reaching for the mask, this time Mickey didn’t pull away. He’d just let him do it. Let it be over with. And if he didn’t like what he saw then whatever—
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Mickey jumped at the sudden noise, practically jumping away from Ian.
“Fuck,” He breathed, “Not now.”
“What? Is everything okay?” Ian asked, green eyes concerned.
“I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go,” Mickey apologized.
“What? Do you have a curfew or something?” Ian asked with a slight chuckle.
“Uh, or something,” Mickey answered with a shrug. “I’m sorry, but thank you. This has been the most amazing night.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Ian asked, reaching for Mickey when he turned away.
“I’m late,” Mickey answered, turning back for a moment.
“For what?” Ian asked, Mickey looked him up at him for a moment.
“Reality,” He said before running off to find Austin, not looking back for Ian.
He couldn’t.
Hopefully Ian meant it when he said he wanted to see Mickey again. Maybe reality would grant him that.
He would just have to wait and see.
#okay but actually imagine Mickey in that sparkly white tux#it’s truly magical#now imagine how obsessed canon Ian would be seeing Mickey in that tux#he would be feral#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#gallavich#shameless#gallvich1012 prompts#chey writes
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Henlo loves,
As usual making my weekly plea for chubsmut asks
Prompt me for later tonight and tomorrow while I work from home
I'll be your best friend 🥺🥺
#misha speaks#chubby eddie munson#chaser steve harrington#bully billy hargrove#steddilly#gallavich#chubby mickey milkovich#chaser ian gallagher#chubby hotd#fat aegon ii targargyen#chubby aegon ii
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Interview tag thingy
Thank you to @creepkinginc for the tag!! Sorry this is so delayed but ya know, life...
what is your favorite flower? Orchids, magnolias, and hibiscus
what are some movie / tv quotes that you quote often?
Computer says, no - Little Britain
It's good - Pip from Enchanted
what is your favorite breakfast? Biscuits and gravy
if you were in avatar: the last airbender what element would you want to bend? earth, fire, water or air? Water or air
what was your first job? I was a cook in the kitchen at a tiny nursing home.
what's your favorite animal to see at the zoo? Red panda
what's a meal from childhood that you love? Potato soup. My mom was a single mom and she made it all the time. I didn't know until I was older it was because it was all she could really afford. Now, when I eat it, it makes me feel warm and safe.
what's your favorite joke to tell? My grandpa always told this one and it always made me smile:
I used to be able to play the piano by ear.
Really??
Yep, but now I have to use my hands.
what's your go to quick meal to cook / make at home? Spaghetti or chili
what's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them? John Wayne casserole lol
what's something you want to do better? Be organized
if you're working do you like your job? I'm a stay at home mom so I love it but also I could use some personal time
if you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in? Power Rangers. The original
an adults tv show? New Girl
do you collect anything? what? Coffee cups and magnets
do you follow any sports? what team do you root for? No.
what kind of job did you want as a child? An archeologist
if you could be any animal what would you be and why? A cat. Sleep all day, be fat and happy
if you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why? A cute little fairy. Like in Ferngully because why not?
what's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading? The mating habits of arachnids...
what milkovich do you identify with most? I think I identify with different ones for different reasons... I know, what a shit answer 🤣
which one are you actually like the most? Language wise? Mickey. Laid-back wise? Iggy lol
what gallagher do you identify with most? / which one are you actually like the most? I identify with young Debbie. Always taking care of people who don't really need it (Frank) Actually like? Fiona
Should I tag?? Idk... if you read this, please do it!!!
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Adding to the au where Mickey owns an illegal brothel and Ian’s a cop:
As Ian asked Mickey to provide him free sexual service, Mickey had to show Ian that he’s really a pro to save his own business. Ian asked him to perform what he teaches his girls
Mickey be like “I don’t teach them jackass. How hard could it be to take some cock” but they both knew that’s not Ian’s point. And in Ian’s case, to be fair, indeed he had a monster cock that’s pretty hard to take.
So that night after Ian got off work, they met at a nice hotel room again (and Mickey paid for the room again 😭). It started with Mickey giving Ian the hottest lap dance he had ever seen in his entire life, and Ian swore to god that he almost busted into grateful tears when he saw Mickey twerking, in person, right between his legs.
But when Mickey proceeded to ride Ian, Ian stopped him.
“This’s the best you got?” Ian gripped Mickey’s chin. They were so close to each other that Ian was breathing into Mickey’s mouth. “Not impressive enough.”
Mickey glared at Ian, teeth clenching. Then he stood up and turned around. Just as Ian thought that Mickey was going to leave. He sat back and reajustes himself to slowly swallow Ian’s waiting cock, with his back to Ian’s chest.
Ian threw his head back, hands snaking onto Mickey’s waist, immersing himself in the feeling of burying deep inside that tight ass. But the game was still on. “Told you this’s not-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey snapped and cut Ian’s crap. He sought balance by gripping Ian’s thighs so he could straddle Ian with one knee on each side of Ian’s legs. Then—Ian gotta admit that he never imagined Mickey would be that flexible—Mickey lowered the upper part of his body until he could brace himself on his forearms on the floor.
Ian swallowed hard. Face down, ass up, but in a even sexier way. He just had to slap that fat ass as Mickey started to move his hips, desperate to please him, to serve him, to suck him dry.
And without doubt, Mickey Milkovich fulfilled his task perfectly. Ian came so hard that there were still stars circling around his dizzy head when Mickey urged him to put on his clothes and get the fuck out.
But when Ian was ready to leave (like a kicked puppy cuz he kinda wanna stay), Mickey gripped his collar right before he opened the door.
“You wanna know how my girls make their clients keep coming?”
Ian blinked in confusion, still a little dizzy to hear himself think.
And his mind went completely blank when Mickey gripped his collar tighter to lower his head and kissed his jaw.
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