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it's been 4 years and i still think about grayola on ao3 and things beyond mistake
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
Love ❤️
Been working on this since two days ago, I think? Been procrastinating since then and finally found the motivation to finish it today.
Another gallavich art I did.🥳
A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.
OP I want you to know I think of this post every single time I have to wash a spoon.
Some details from my art for Little Link by @gallabratt @rayrayor @hellcat1980!
My entire process under the cut:
My art for Little Link by @gallabratt @rayrayor @hellcat1980 for Shameless Big Bang Round 14!
Due to severe trauma and abuse, Mickey slips into little space to cope. With Mandy leaving for work abroad and Iggy incapable of taking care of him full-time, Mickey needs a caregiver who can provide all the love and care he needs. Enter Ian Gallagher, a caregiver who is currently little-less by choice due to an incident that nearly cost him his life. Ian decides it's time to get back into the field and help a little in need.
Thank you for being so kind and patient with me @gallabratt @rayrayor @hellcat1980! It was a blast seeing you all work together and create this lovely fic. And thanks again to @shamelessbigbang for hosting this year's event!
Read Little Link on AO3!
Chapters: 34/34 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mandy Milkovich, Iggy Milkovich & Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich & Mickey Milkovich, Carl Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich, Carl Gallagher & Ian Gallagher, Ian Gallagher & Iggy Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Iggy Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich, Mickey Milkovich, Carl Gallagher, The Gallaghers (Shameless US), Caleb (Shameless US) Additional Tags: Shameless Big Bang (Shameless US), Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Mickey is both big and a little in this, Ian is both caretaker and at times partner, Age Regression Little Mickey Milkovich, Caretaker Ian Gallagher, Abusive Terry Milkovich, Trigger Warning Child Abuse mentioned, Ian Gallagher Loves Mickey Milkovich, Mickey Milkovich Loves Ian Gallagher, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top Ian Gallagher, Bottom Mickey Milkovich, Friends to Lovers, Healing from Trauma, Daddy Kink, Daddy Kink when Mickey is big, Sweet caring when Mickey is little, Spanking, corner time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Top Dom Daddy Ian, Daddy Dom Ian Gallagher, Power Play, Slow Burn, slow burn worth the wait Summary:
Guess who’s back, back again…. Yeah, it’s us! We did a thing and dragged along a new partner in crime. Hope you like it!
Summary: Mickey Milkovich has been through it. Because of the abuse of his father, Mickey often slips into little space, and while his sister Mandy and brother Iggy love him just as he is, Iggy can’t take care of him alone and Mandy has an opportunity that’s just too good to pass up. Trying to find a solution for everybody before she leaves, Mandy comes across a ‘dating’ app for littles. Iggy and Mandy join together to sign Mickey up, without him knowing. Boy is that a risky move.
Ian Gallagher, a highly sought-after caretaker, is little-less. Looking for a new little to care for, Ian reactivates his account on Little Link. After his last little got a lot weird, he was a bit hesitant to take on a new client, but his need to put his skills to use and take care of someone in need is too strong to ignore. The last thing he expected was to come across this blue-eyed, raven-hair sweetheart from his past. The last thing he expected was to fall in love.
"Tell me."
And his voice sounded almost drowned by his own hot breath — a desperation that started at the tips of his fingers and drove itself all the way to the lining of his ribs.
Mickey opened his eyes after keeping them closed just long enough to feel the boy beside him. He'd curled a finger into the wool of Ian's shirt, but he couldn't make him come closer — even though it was the only thing he wanted.
Ian had run his tongue over his lips so many times they were starting to feel burnt, skin screaming for him to either stop the wanting or bleed right there.
"You just want to win." But Mickey knew how stupid that sounded when Ian had his hands pressing against the bones of his hips so hard he could've torn him apart just by letting go.
The boy let out a smile wet with something raw, their breaths so close they created an explosive heat — nothing like the cold air slipping through the frameless windows of the abandoned building.
He gripped Mickey's hips tighter, making him let out a soft rumble from his throat. "I think I'm the only one losing here."
Mickey decided to use his hands for something other than shooting at glass jars like he'd been doing moments before Ian arrived — carrying the weight of a dead and hungry man.
He placed one behind the taller boy's neck, feeling the tiny hairs stand up at his touch. His other hand went straight to Ian's stomach. Even with fabric in the way, Mickey could hear his heartbeat pulsing through every corner of his body.
When he looked at him again, he knew he couldn't keep holding back every bitter attempt Ian made to get close to him. It was a need almost as deep in his psyche as breathing. "Tell me what you want, Ian."
The redhead pulled him closer, making the buckle of their jeans clash cold and dry. He was leaving reddish marks on Mickey's skin, but even that wouldn't be enough. He bit the lip hard, pressing until it turned white.
"I fucking want you."
And Mickey got lost in the senselessness of wanting something so blindly that the edges of his brain started to blur against him. He pulled Ian's shirt aside and finally slipped his hand onto the soft skin.
"You want me, huh?" His voice was a thread on fire.
Ian moved his large hands over Mickey's body — his neck, the outside of his thigh, making him lift his leg to wrap around the redhead's hips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this."
Mickey smirked, cocky, but it was just a flame waiting to catch. "Like what?"
Ian's face buried itself in his neck, words muffled. "Feeling like you want me too."
A sharp breath came through the older boy's nose, and Mickey's tattooed hand stroked his neck — the buzzed hair that was already growing back. He'd noticed it over the last few weeks, when Ian would turn around and Mickey could look at him without fear.
But now he didn't feel fear. He felt infected by a freedom that could only take shape when their eyes rolled together into the corners of the day, into the silence of the night. Between their dreams tangled in sheets, in the way they didn't just want each other — but had loved each other without even realizing it.
"Then stop talking." Mickey pushed Ian's head back so he could face him again. Pores open, their breath pouring out in waves.
Ian smiled, and a thread of light cut through the broken glass on the cement floor. "Ask me to kiss you."
And Mickey asked — the same way he had asked as a kid for someone to show up and teach him that the world could stop hurting. And Ian didn't wait a second longer to do it, just like he hadn't waited back when he first realized it, holding Mickey by the wrists, knowing he wanted to spend the rest of his life making his body tremble like that from the inside.
They were young and reckless, but the sun was still rising one more day — and they could still keep learning how to desire each other.
Shameless 4.11 “Emily”
Oh my god, how I love this scene hahahahah
This weeks prompt is 'don't'. Thank you @blue-disco-lights and @galladrabbles.
“Did you organise the wedding yourselves?” Mandy asked.
“We did it all,” Ian answered. “I’ll get the names we used for you.”
“You wouldn’t know the name of anyone we used if they danced butt naked in front of you. You did fuckin’ nothing Gallagher.” Mickey scoffed.
“That’s not fair! I helped!”
“OK Samwise Gamgee, you were really helpful.” Mickey rolled his eyes in disbelief.
“Can you help organise my wedding, Mickey? Its stressful.”
Ian stood behind Mickey, shaking his head at Mandy, eyes wide with panic. Mickey briefly turned, Ian beamed at him, before wildly gesturing and mouthing “DON’T”!
Ian and Mickey cannot sleep without each other. If they aren’t spooning, one of them at least has a hand on the other. I think even when they fight, like in early season eleven, they can’t not sleep close to each other. I also like how they’re always together, even when they’re not on the best terms. Like yeah if they need space theyll take it, but they’re mostly together. 11x2, Ian’s mad at Mickey, but they’re still chilling in their room together. Ian’s just working out, probably to relieve the sexual frustration (we all know that they’re 1000% hornier when they’re mad) and Mickeys just happily tossing money at him to piss him off. Ian’s visibly irritated but he’s not leaving. So now weve got a little ficlet of the aftermath of that scene. I really have no idea where this went IN MY DEFENCE YOU DONT CONTROL THE CHARACTERS THEY JUST DO SHIT AND YOU REPORT.
Ian lay flat on the floor, Mickey’s money surrounding him. He was annoyed enough that he was tempted to break his resolve, pull Mickey down to him, and fuck him raw until Mickey couldn’t remember his own name. However, Ian wasnt gonna back down on this. He wasn’t fucking Mickey till Mickey got a legal job. Yeah he had money, but what good would it be if he ended up in prison again? So he lay on the hard wooden floor of their bedroom stubbornly, breathing through his nose while Mickey started scrolling on his phone.
“You gonna pick it up?” Ian asked, gesturing at the money.
Mickey smirked. “Think of it as a gift,” he said. “A-a tip for your service.”
Ian sat up. “You callin’ me a stripper?”
“Hell no, man. I’m callin’ you my stripper.”
Ian rolled his eyes. He couldn’t be bothered with Mickey’s nonsense today. And by that, he meant, rationally, he couldn’t be bothered. He was still tempted to pin him down and fuck him raw.
That wasnt happening.
“I’m still not fucking you, Mickey.”
Mickey shrugged nonchalantly. “I was talking about when you used to dance at the club. My stripper. Couldnt stand those sleazing old fucks throwing money atcha. Not when you were comin home with me.”
Ian softened. Really softened. “Mickey…”
Mickey rolled his eyes and threw another Hamilton at him. “Don’t get soft on me, Gallagher.”
His expression shifted as he played with the money in his hands. “I don’t get it, man.”
“What, me bein’ soft?”
“Nah, the money thing,” Mickey said. “I got a job. Pays good. More’n good, I paid Debs my share of the bills, and got Franny a kickass birthday present. You got her a box of stale Froot Loops. Think I’m gonna slave away for nothing? That who you think I am, Gallagher?”
Ian got up and came to sit on the edge of the bed. “No,” he said. “That who you think I am? You think I wanna be here, Mick? Think I want my niece to get a box of fuckin Froot Loops for her fifth birthday? Fuck, even Fiona managed to get us better presents than that when we were kids.”
“Cause she stole ‘em,” Mickey shrugged. “That’s just how it is on the South Side. Pandemic hit us worse than those fucking Northside pricks. So what if I gotta scam a little so I can chip in? Wasnt the smile on Franny’s face worth it?”
“She won’t be smilin if you end up back in prison, Mick! I meant what I said about being a prison widow!”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna fuckin get caught, man!”
“Really? You’ve been to juvie more times tjan I can count and prison twice-“
“And all of them were for you. The first time cause that turbaned perv-“
“He didn’t have a turban-“
“Shot me for fucking you, then I punched an officer cause you begged me not to kill Frank, then there was that bitch who tried to ruin you, then I rolled on the cartel cause your ass got thrown in jail! I’ve only ever gotten caught for you!”
Ian stopped. Thought. Then he sighed, his voice gentler, and reached for Mickey’s hand. “I don’t want you to end up back there again, Mick. Fuck would I do without you?”
“And I told you, Ian, I’m not gonna get thrown in jail. And I tried, I turned up to that shitty interview with that bitch of a boss. I’m not cut out for this shit,” he shrugged.
Ian nodded slowly. Mickey had tried. And he had made Franny smile. Ian was too tired to fight with him tonight. So he crawled onto the bed properly and lay down. “C’mere,” he murmured, tugging at Mickey’s arm. Mickey slid under the covers next to him and Ian wrapped his arms around him, pulling Mickey onto his chest. “You were really good with Franny,” he said softly. “Debbie wasnt happy though. Think she thinks you undermined her.”
Mickey shrugged. “I’m not her parent. Debs can do whatever she wants with her kid. Point of being the favourite uncle is to spoil her rotten.”
Ian grazed his nose against Mickey’s and chuckled, fingers stroking down Mickey’s back. He leaned down and kissed Mickey gently on the mouth, cupping his jaw, his wedding ring cool and comforting on Mickey’s face.
“Debs is lucky it was a fake gun. When I was her age, it was a real one,” Mickey murmured when they eventually drew back.
Ian’s fingers stilled on Mickey’s back and his hand tightened on Mickey’s jaw. “Serious?” he said softly.
“Oh yeah. I learnt to shoot when I was five. Milkovich rite of passage or somethin’. Learnt how to dodge a bullet before that, though. My dad had a game. He’d shoot into the air around us, an’ we’d have to run. I was always the best at it, even when I was a kid. Mandy didnt get to learn to dodge till she was six. Didnt get her gun till she was eight. Terry said there were other ways for a girl to get what she wanted.”
Ian felt sick at that, remembering that day Mandy had pointed a gun to her father’s head. Let him go, Dad, this is between us!
Mickey shook his head, waving away the dark lore he’d just casually dropped and kissed Ian again, before lying down on the mattress. “Anyway. If you’re not gonna fuck me you might as well spoon me,” he said, rolling onto his side and pulling Ian’s arms around him. “M’ fuckin tired man.”
Ian held Mickey and kissed his shoulder. He knew he and Mickey would be back to snipping at each other in the morning. But tonight, like every night, he held onto Mickey, breathing his scent deeply, placing periodic kisses to his neck and shoulders, until he dozed off.
Fuck. Mickey drove him fucking wild. He pissed him off like no one else could. But Ian couldnt see it any other way. Fuck, he loved him.
It's been a long time coming (thanks, real life), but here is the schedule for Shameless Big Bang Round 14!! Huge thanks to all participants for their patience, and readers ... be sure to show these amazing writers and artists all the love!
4/20 - The Institute by @notherenj with art by @glvch
4/21 - Metamorphosis by @jessij1997 with art by @suzy-queued
4/22 - Given by @oathkeptroxas art by @blue-disco-lights
4/23 - An Inconvenient Touch by @suzy-queued art by @deathclassic
4/24 - Gallopocalypse by @mickeyismyian with art by @oathkeptroxas
4/25 - Earth is Baked by @mybrainismelted with art by @glvch
4/26 - Rockstar AU by @sam-loves-seb with art by @suzy-queued
4/27 - Tangled in Our Lies by @spacerockwriting with art by @deathclassic
4/28 - Constant Acceleration (Towards You) by @gallavich-annise with art by @gallapiech
4/29 - S10 Canon Divergence by @akasalv with art by @mikcrymilkovich
4/30 - In My Blood by @sickness-health-all-that-shit with art by @michellemisfit
5/1 - Little Link by @rayrayor, @gallabratt, @hellcat1980, The Paris Squad with art by @glvch
OK. I know it’s halfway through November and we are a little late getting our Kinktober posted. Information for shameless BigBang came out, and we all kind of shifted focus. Plus @hellcat1980 just dropped their first novel available in print or Kindle.
But thank you @gallavichthings for hosting this year. And on a sidenote, a little shout out to everyone who host either events, chats, fic clubs.and drabbles. There are times that I would love to engage more with the fandom, and I feel myself running out of time. But you guys the ones keeping these events and the conversations going, you guys are fucking rock stars💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Thank you you to the hive for us trying to take on these challenges and just have fun. @gallabratt @whyarethelikethis and @hellcat1980
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