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Epilogue Let’s See Where This Goes
EPILOGUE
Ian is back from basic training and reunites with Mickey.
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What's Ian's favorite nickname/tease name for his fatass husband mickey?
And what's Mickey's favorite thing for ian to call him/tease him with?
Mickey moo or Mickey bear I think. I know its been used in a lot of fics but I love the nickname moo for Mickey.
Mickey loves any of the names that make him feel physically big, forever fighting against the shame at being short/small/the runt - so names like "big boy" "big guy" "big'un"
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mickey really likes when ians soft with him but sometimes he wants ian to shove him into the wall, shake his belly, and stuff hostess treats in his mouth, calling him a fatass as he scratches his fingers along mickeys stretch marks. maybe ian will poke mickey in the tummy when hes streching and his shirt rides up, tease him and tell him to lay off the snacks tubby
Ian equal parts loves making slow, intimate love to his husband and face fucking him into the wall, grabbing and mouthing at various parts of his plusher body while they dip into a CostCo-sized box of Twinkies and Hostess cupcakes. Then, like you said, stroke and pat his belly when it rides up or as Mickey walks by, teasing him for getting a little softer, knowing full well he's been feeding him the contraband. Ian also takes time to rub cocoa butter on Mickey's stretch marks so they don't itch as much, but misses one or two angry lines where Mickey can't see to bite and suck on and scratch when he feels like it.
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Chapter 2 Let’s See Where This Goes
Mickey was starting to feel a bit panicked as he looked through his closet at his clothing options. On one side he had work clothes, which is what Ian saw him in all the time.
On the other side was his collection of baggy t-shirts and jeans.
He didn't want to look like a fucking bum, but he also didn't want to be dressed for work because that's what Ian saw him in all the time.
He huffed in annoyance and looked through his dresser, becoming slightly more panicked as he reached the bottom drawer he found a pair of jeans that were wadded up and jammed in the corner of the drawer. It was a pair he didn't recognize, but they were nice looking.
He pulled them out and shook them to try and get them to regain their actual shape. He debated on ironing them, then snorted because that would make him look like a fucking dork, maybe just a fluff up in the dryer would be enough.
He padded out of the bedroom and to the small laundry set he had and tossed the pair of jeans in the dryer on low heat to get the wrinkles out then went back to the bedroom to try and figure out a shirt.
Maybe he could combine his work and home shirts to resemble something normal to wear.
He rolled his eyes at his own fretting, like Ian would even fucking notice him wearing something different, they were friends but Ian didn't see him that way, and who could blame him?
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“I’m having a going away party if you want to come.”
Mickey looked up at Ian who had a little blush creeping onto his face.
“I dunno man, I doubt I’d know or get along with anyone there but you, so I’d be either glued to you all night or on my phone in a corner.” Mickey looked back down at his lunch and stabbed it with a fork.
“C’mon my friends aren’t that bad, besides I talk about them all the time, it’s like you practically know them already.” Ian was trying not to beg, but he really wanted to see Mickey outside of work before going to basic training for the army. And he was afraid of fucking up their friendship if he asked him on a one on one date. A party would at least be a subtle chance to be around him and see if they got along outside of work.
“Yeah, bunch of nerds like you.” Mickey joked rolling his eyes.
“Well yeah.” Ian laughed.
Mickey grinned and looked back at Ian across the table they were sharing in the break room.
“I’ll think about it.” Mickey finally said, only to be met with a beaming Ian.
Ian’s phone alarm began to go off, signaling his break time being over, “Alright Milkovich, I’ll see you later. Message me about the party!” Ian called over his shoulder.
Mickey rolled his eyes but let his mind wander to what a party for Ian would be like.
Honestly he had never been to a party other than a little kid birthday party, so he only had high school teen movies to go off of. And if real life mimicked that in any way Mickey would fall into one of two places.
Ignored and shunned finding solace on a couch or chair in the corner scrolling through his phone or flipping through a book.
Or revealed that he had been invited as a joke and Ian and his fucking army buddies would mock him all night.
Neither of which sounded appealing.
But seeing Gallagher before he went to training did.
And he didn’t think Ian would be a dick like that.
But call it a kind of sixth sense, or just extra precaution that fat people had, always having a barrier in case someone said or did some shit.
Mickey looked at his messages from Ian with the party info a few more times before his lunch break was over, then huffed to himself and shoved his phone in his pocket to head back to work.
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Ian felt his heart hammering a thousand beats a minute as he eyed Mickey from across the room. He was at his desk and Ian was setting up different programs on the receptionists computer.
Ian had been harboring a major fucking crush for the blue eyed man since first laying eyes on him when he had to set up his computer when he was hired on.
The way his eyebrows were always climbing to his hairline, the way his eyes glimmered in the light, how when he smiled genuinely his whole face participated in the act. How his laugh sounded, how utterly soft he looked with his many swooping arcs and curves that were accumulated on his body, how his hair brought out the alabaster tones of his skin, how his laugh sounded like a little gremlin when he was taken off guard, how he smelled like caramel coffee and Irish spring soap...
He was funny, and a smartass, two things Ian also liked, he also didn’t tolerate bullshit from anyone, and Ian knew he got a lot of it.
He finished with Sandra’s system processing and then moseyed over to Mickey’s desk.
His heart flipping when Mickey looked up to see him and grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“Sup?” He asked as Ian parked himself at his desk, watching as Mickey’s plump tatted hands flew across his keyboard.
“Not much, killin time til I have to go back to my cave. You think any more about the party?” Ian tried not to beg, but he really wanted to see Mickey outside of work, and if he wasn’t going to come to the party Ian was going to have to sack up and ask him on a date.
“Jesus Gallagher.” Mickey muttered a half smile on his face, exasperation in his voice.
“Just trying to get a head count, see how much drinks and food and stuff to get together.” Ian grinned with a, what he hoped was cool, shrug.
Something Ian couldn’t recognize flashed in Mickey’s eyes and he felt his brow furrow, did he say something wrong?
Mickey looked away back at his computer screen for a moment before looking back at Ian.
“Does that puppy dog look get you whatever you want all the time?” He asked with a cocked brow.
Ian felt himself blush, “Didn’t realize I was doing it, I just-”
“Yeah yeah save the speech you pussy I’ll go.” Mickey mumbled.
Ian’s face broke out into a grin, “Hell yeah, it just became the best party ever.”
Mickey rolled his eyes, but was biting his lower lip trying to hide his smile.
“So it’s gonna be at your place?” Mickey asked.
“My friend Trevor’s, if you want we can carpool save you the trouble of looking for his place.” Ian flinched internally, he might be pushing it.
Mickey shrugged, “Sure, that’s fine.”
Ian could barely contain his grin, “Okay great. I-”
His work phone started to go off in his pocket and he rolled his eyes before checking it.
“I’ll message you, I gotta go.” Ian nodded his head towards the door to the office.
“Later.” Mickey lowered his gaze from Ian back to his computer before he lost his shit.
What did he just agree to?
Now not only was he going to a party where he only knew Ian, but now they were riding there together?
He felt his phone vibrate and he pulled it out of his pocket.
Ian: Want me to look up your address in the HR database or just have you tell me? 🤪
Mickey felt a little flash of nerves, Ian was going to drive? He knew the car Ian had and knew that there was no way his fat ass would fit comfortably in it without making it look like a fucking smart car.
But his car was at the shop.
Maybe we should share an uber instead? That way if we drink we don’t have to worry about getting your car back to your place.
He worried his bottom lip as he waited for Ian to message back.
Ian: Good idea. It okay if I take my car to your place then we both just get the uber from there?
Mickey sighed in relief.
Mickey: Yeah that’s fine.
Ian smiled as he read over Mickey’s message, it wasn’t a declination of them riding together, so he was practically ecstatic.
Ian: What time you want me to come over?
Mickey: Whenever man, here’s my address.
Ian grinned and slid his phone back into his pocket, barely able to focus he rest of his shift.
#fat mickey milkovich#fat!mickey milkovich#chaser ian Gallagher#chaser!ian gallagher#ian loves his fatass husband#well his fatass coworker who he wants to be his husband#fluff#pining#mutual pining#shameless#gallavich#ian has a crush on mickey#mickey has a crush on ian#and mickey happens to be fat#deal with it#cute#Let's see where this goes
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Just heard on tv ( one of those entertainment tonight kinda shows so truth or not eeeeh) that a man got banned from an all you can eat restaurant for eating too much every time he went.
Seems like something that would happen to one fatass Mickey Milkovich
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Chapter Seven: DTF Devoted To Fudge
Ian used the rolling pin to really flatten the dough he had plopped onto the kitchen counter's floured surface. His ears pricked as he heard Mickey's bare feet slap the tile floor and glanced over his shoulder to see his roommate leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his soft wide middle and grinning at Ian.
"Liking the view?" Ian asked with a grunt as he rolled the dough harder wanting to make sure the thickness was just right for the dessert he was working on.
"Very much." Mickey laughed.
Ian turned to look at him again and his face broke into a smile, "Me too."
A blush filtered over Mickey's face, Ian glancing up and down his frame looking at him trying to take in every detail of his just awakened state.
His dark hair was sticking up in different directions, one cheek still red and puffy with pillow creases from a good deep sleep. He was standing there in his boxers and a loosely tied robe, the sleeves hanging down long enough to hide Mickey's hands.
Ian couldn't bear not touching Mickey a second longer and he put the rolling pin down and walked over to the doorway where the other man was standing, Ian grabbed each side of the robe and used it to pull Mickey closer to him. Mickey grinned as he came into Ian's orbit and Ian pressed a good morning kiss to his lips.
He could feel Mickey smiling against his mouth and his hands went from the worn material of the robe and sliding under it, pressing his hands against Mickey's plump side rolls, letting his hands sink into the excess flesh there.
"Mmm good morning." He murmured as their lips parted for a breath.
Mickey chuckled huskily, "Good morning yourself, had to wake up to a cold bed." he chided leaning forward and nudging Ian with his belly.
Ian felt a wave of warmth spread through him, "Sorry, was trying to make it back before you woke up, needed to make another recipe for class before noon or I wouldn't get credit for it." Ian admitted with a frown.
"Well what's on the agenda for you today?" Mickey asked peeking over Ian's shoulder.
"Gingerbread cookies, was gonna use whatever excess dough I had to make gingerbread waffles for breakfast for us." Ian grinned teasingly at Mickey.
Mickey's eyebrows rose high on his head and a smile peaked over his lips, "That sounds like something that could be forgiven." he murmured his blue eyes tracing over Ian's face.
#sorry for the fucking hiatus#it's been a fucking time#anyway#fat mickey milkovich#fat!mickey milkovich#chaser ian Gallagher#chaser!ian gallagher#added bonus chaser/feeder ian#gallavich fan fic#shameless#wg kink#wg fic#weight gain fanfic#fat kink#fat fic#ian loves his fatass husband#though they aren't husband's yet#DTF#DTF Devoted To Fudge
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Thanks to a rather... fucking weird Christmas episode of Family Guy, now I’m picturing Ian and Mickey doing some bedroom games where Mickey is Santa Claus, and Ian is on the naughty list.
#Does Ian have Santaphilia?#or does Gallavich just want to be seasonal while doing their usual naughty play?#I can totally picture Mickey as Santa from The Rise of the Guardians though#That Santa could put me on the naughty list ALL day#and I can't believe I said that#but what the fuck ever#tatted thick Santa is bae#do people even say bae anymore?#god now I feel old#ANYWAY#back on topic#I'm gonna write this fic so you can all be haunted by these images like I am#a nice fat Mickey chaser Ian Christmas fic#fat mickey milkovich#chaser ian Gallagher#ian loves his fatass husband#gallavich#shameless
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DTF Devoted to Fudge
"Okay, Mick, I've never made stuffing in my life, how am I supposed to prep it?" Ian asked glancing up.
Mickey was looking at Ian and the stuffing thoughtfully, "Well prepping usually consists of working it, and making it very lubricated."
Ian looked at Mickey with his lip and brow curled in confusion, "What the fuck does that mean? Stir it? Add water?" Ian reached for a large spoon and reached to stir the stuffing.
Mickey burst into laughter, "God you really are kinda dense, I was NOT talking about the food when I said we could work on the stuffing."
Ian stared at Mickey a moment, looked at the way he licked his top teeth slowly, as if he were a wolf watching a herd of sheep pass.
Then it hit him.
"Oh." Ian said simply, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet.
" I must be a morosexual." Mickey chuckled reaching up and giving Ian's shoulder a shove.
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Mickey raised an eyebrow teasingly as he looked up at Ian, "If I remember right you were objecting to this hoodie when I put it on."
"I, think I remember that too." Ian murmured his hands gently gripping the material of the hoodie, gripping it and letting it go.
Mickey's head tilted to the side, "So you wanna help get me out of it?" his voice was tentative, wavering slightly, as if he were afraid Ian was going to say no.
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"I know I've gained a little weight, but I uh," Mickey began, Ian raised a hand up stopping whatever words Mickey was going to say before they passed his lips.
"Mickey you're fucking gorgeous." Ian's eyes met Mickey's and held his gaze.
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Ian traced and pressed delicate circles all over Mickey's belly, the tightness of his belly from the food easing. The feeling of Ian's little belly rubs soothed Mickey enough to doze off, soft little snores making his chest rise and fall, his lips parting on every exhale.
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Think I know what stocking stuffer Ian is putting in Mickey's sock this year.
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Dont tell me fatass Mickey Milkovich doesn't beg Ian to buy this when he does the grocery run.
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Happy birthday Misha!!
@wh0lemilk0vich I hope you like it and I hope you had an amazing birthday!
#happy birthday#gallavich#shameless#fat mickey milkovich#fat!mickey milkovich#chaser ian Gallagher#chaser!ian gallagher#ian loves his fatass husband#but they aren't husbands#i just love the tag
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So....
Making a chair crack and break at how small the wooden arms are at work seems like a good thing for fatass Mickey Milkovich to do.
#definitely not projecting my events onto him#just think he should be the one doing these things and not me#😅#fat mickey milkovich#chaser ian gallagher#wg#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#gainer mickey milkovich#ian loves his fatass husband
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Mickey getting so fat he is unable to find anything at walmart (or wherever) that fits him.
Ian: well... they do have the sweatpants and sweatshirts in a 4x
Mickey: number one I'm not that low maintenance. Number two only old people, housewives, and lazy fat fucks wear those. And three you know a 4x wont fit for long so why waste the money? I may be a fat fuck but I'm working hard here!
Ian: good point, besides I like it when you wear your tight clothes, it shows off all the hard work you've already done.
#fat mickey milkovich#chaser ian gallagher#gallavich#wg#mickey milkovich#gainer mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#ian loves his fatass husband#wg snippet#may or may not be based on a recent trip to walmart#where it was realized that the 3x is tiight
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HC we all know Ian loves his fatass husband.
But he ABSOLUTELY loves kissing Mickey's fat belly, right at the little w curve. That little curve KILLING ian each time he even glimpses at it.
Yeah definitely rubbing his face against it, Mickey all blubbery and soft and marshmallowy. And that little dimple being the perfect place to frot against or looking at mickey splayed out and naked his stocky fat cock points up to it. It's so pretty
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