For fics or headcanons or art or meta. Feel free to interpret these however you want, you can choose whether it’s Ian or Mickey or another character speaking, and you can change the wording as well. Enjoy!
“Promise me something. Whatever happens, don’t look back.”
“It’s weird, ok? It makes me feel weird.”
“Did you see that?”
“Anyway, it was a complete mess.”
“What does it matter?”
“So, we do it. Together.”
“You know that’s stupid, right?”
“I told you this. Ages ago.”
“Let’s just stay here.”
“When did that happen?”
“I didn’t know. I didn’t.”
“Problem?” // “No…..Fine, yes.”
“I can’t wait. At all.”
“Well, when it happens, we’ll deal with it. We will. And we’ll do it together.”
“It’s embarrassing…..fuck, I don’t wanna say, can we just forget this?”
“You dreamt of me?” // “Course, what else is there to dream about?”
“Remind me whose stupid-ass idea this was?”
“You do that. You totally do that all the time!”
“I can go, if you want? Give you some space?”
“We fucked up, ok? But we can fix this.”
“You didn’t have to do all this.” // “I did, I really fucking did.”
“Don’t be scared.” // “I ain’t fucking scared….”
“It’s just….my favourite thing, y’know?”
“Where’d you go?” // “Got a surprise for you.”
“It’s not my fault.” // “I know.”
“You wanna do anything today…or..?”
“Why’d it have to be me?”
“When I thought about the future, you were always there.”
“I just don’t know what to say.”
“This your way of saying sorry?” // “I guess.”
“Be back soon.” // “Better be.”
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Always thought you and me would do this one day.”
Okay so a million years ago I saw a prompt by @ianandmickeygallavich - A conversation about what happened to Carl in 11x06 leads Ian and Mickey to discuss 3x06.
I thought ohh that's interesting and started to write. But then life got in the way as it does. I revisited it this week and finished. So it's a million years late but here's a little fic for the prompt. I've put it all under the cut as there are t.w. for discussion of rape and just 3x06 in general.
“She raped you.”
The words were an echo in his head. Debbie had just thrown them out there and Carl had scoffed, brushing them away like they were nothing.
But they stuck with Mickey.
“She raped you.”
Had Carl been raped? Mickey didn’t fucking know. Carl had wanted to have sex. Not like when… with…
“She raped you.”
He still saw it, Ian’s face. Everyday. It was tattooed in his mind. Broken. Horrified. Shattered. Mickey didn't know enough words to describe it. Maybe there weren't enough words in existence <i>to</i> describe it.
“She raped you.”
Part of him blamed Svetlana, even though he knew deep down it wasn’t really her fault. Terry gave the order. But it had been Svetlana’s sharp scent he’d smelt, her cold, goosebumped flesh against his own whilst her harsh, wheezy breaths filled his ears. It was her body that had scrubbed Ian from his skin.
“She raped you.”
Ian joined Mickey in the bedroom, stripping off his clothes and tossing them into the laundry basket, not bothering to pick up the ones that had missed.
“Hey, you okay? You’ve been really quiet all night,” Ian asked.
Mickey looked up into soft green eyes. “Huh? Oh yea, man, I’m good,” he said, trying to smile but when he looked at Ian, all he could see was a bloodied teenage face.
“Okay. What’s wrong?” Ian shuffled onto the bed in just his boxers, his shoulder knocking gently against Mickey’s. “You look like someone’s sending you back to prison.”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “I’m just thinking about Carl.”
“Carl? What did that little fucker do now?” Ian looked ready to murder his brother but Mickey shook his head.
“He didn't do nothin’, just thinking about his girl and what Debbie said, you know… about the girl raping him,” Mickey mumbled the last part, not quite able to say words out loud, even to Ian.
“Oh.” They were silent for a minute before... “Oh!”
Ian shuffled closer, their bodies gently touching from shoulder to knee. He didn't know how, but somewhere along the line that ginger kid from the Kash and Grab had started to make him feel safe. Mickey didn't think he'd ever have this. A husband. A marriage. Love. But here they were.
He knew he needed to talk about what had happened in some way. Ian had been there, seen everything. But Mickey didn't know where to start. What had happened? He hadn't wanted to have sex with her that was for certain. But Terry’s gun had been pointing at him. At Ian. He’d have done anything in that moment to keep Ian safe.
“Can a girl even fucking rape a guy?” he asked.
“Of course they can,” said Ian, looking over disbelievingly at Mickey. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“To Carl? No,” he replied, shaking his head at his dimwitted husband.
“Not about what happened to Carl, idiot, what happened to you, to us.”
Mickey rubbed his thumb along his lip, trying to find words. Any words. His mind was filled with the sound of Svetlana's breath. The slap of his thighs as he turned her over, wanting to get it done quicker. Wanting to make the moment end.
It was strange to think that just half an hour before he'd been hoping time would stop.
“Have you ever told anyone about it?” Ian asked. Warm breath hit his cheek as Ian leaned in close, his large hand coming to rest on Mickey’s thigh.
“No,” Mickey breathed.
“She raped you.”
For many nights after, Mickey had stared up at his bedroom ceiling as tears dripped onto his pillow. His face had stung and his ribs throbbed, but most of his pain was inside his chest. A place that neither the gun, or Terry’s fists, had even touched. Only Ian had been there.
He’d questioned everything. Why was he made this way? Why had he thought that he could have something he wanted? Why had he thought that happiness had found a Milkovich?
“I didn't want to have sex with her.” It was almost a whisper. A secret finally told.
“I know.” Jagged breaths fill the silence. “I still see your face sometimes. Bloodied and bruised. I should have done something, instead I just sat there.”
“Ian, he would have shot you.”
“You don't know..”
“He would have shot you. I couldn't have surviv…” His throat tightened. He couldn't think of what might have happened. He'd been down that road before, while he was locked away in prison. It didn't end well.
Long fingers laced with his own as he used his other sleeve to wipe at his cheeks.
“You didn't deserve that. You know that right?” Ian squeezed his hand.
“I thought I did. Back then. Punishment for wanting your dick in my ass.” Before Ian could say anything Mickey continued. “Punishment for kissing a boy. For falling in love with one.”
“That’s why you pushed me away? You know, afterwards?”
“Yeah,” Mickey nodded. “But you're a persistent fucker that wouldn't leave me alone.”
Ian grinned. “Well, I was in love… Still am.”
“She raped you.”
The echo was slowing, moving towards its end. “I never thought it was, ya’know… rape.” He stared at their joined hands as he spoke. Rubbing his thumb across lan’s freckled skin. “But, I guess that's what it was.”
Ian nodded gently. “Yeah, it was.”
They sat there in silence for a while. He kept drawing patterns across Ian’s hand with his thumb. Backwards and forwards. Calmness wasn't something Mickey had before Ian. His life could only be described as turmoil - utter turmoil. But Ian had changed things.
Mickey hadn’t realised it at first. He thought they were just having fun, sneaking around and making each other feel good. But after a while it felt really good, even the non-sexual parts. It just felt good to be with Ian. To talk to him. See him smile. And now that smile was his forever.
“I don't know why I can't just forget about it.” Mickey broke the silence. Rubbing at his eyes as he let his head fall back against the wall. “It was fucking years ago. And look, we're fine now. We're fucking married, so it worked out good, no it worked out fucking great in the end.”
Ian smiled gently. “It did. But just because the end is great doesn't mean the journey didn't leave scars.”
“Alright, afternoon special.”
“Mick, I'm serious,” Ian sighed. “If you ever wona talk about it, or if you want to talk to a professional, that's okay.”
“Fucking professional?” Mickey scoffed. “We come into some money I don't know about?”
“Okay maybe not a professional but if you ever want to talk to me, I'm here.” Ian dragged him down so his head rested on his chest and wrapped his arms around him. “I love you.”
Mickey tried to resist and pull away but Ian held strong. Stupid big ginger. Mickey huffed but eventually let himself relax, the beat of Ian’s heart finally drowning out that echo in his head. “I love you too.”
I feel like I’ve been away forever! I’ve been working hard on my professional qualification but I’m between modules now so I can have a breather. Read for fun again! Write a a little even.
And what better way to jump back in that with a tag!?
Tag Game Tuesday
I was tagged by the lovely @beebabycastiel - thanks 😚
So here goes…
How old are you? 33 but not for much longer 😭😭 I swear I only turned 30 like last week. We’re did the last 4 years go???
What do you do for a living? I work in marketing within the financial services sector. Making boring topics fun for all.. or at least trying to 😂🤣 it’s a busy job but I love it.
Dream vacation destination? Well, I have quite a few places I’d like to go… New York & Italy (various parts). I’d love to go on safari and visit Iceland. Can you tell I’ve not been on holiday for a while?
Favourite colour? Pink.
Last thing you drank? Apple and blackcurrant cordial. 😋
Last thing you listened too? I’m actually sure? Whatever was on the radio in the office today. The last song on my Spotify is Take a Look Around by Limp Bizkit.
Relationship status? Married. We’ve been together forever and I can’t imagine life any other way. (Gosh that was soppy but 🤷♀️)
Where are you from? Northern England. Nowhere particularly fancy but we do have some nice countryside.
Biggest pet peeve? I’m pretty easy going, or at least I like to think so, so I’m not sure on this one. Maybe people that go around roundabouts without indicating. Or actually, people that sneak up another lane on the roads and then shove in the traffic queue instead of waiting like everyone else, bloody annoying. (Aaannd I don’t think I’ve ever sounded more British 🤦♀️🇬🇧)
Tell me a secret? Even though I’m now in my 30s I still make stories up in my head that involve people I know/famous people/tv or movie characters. Mostly before I go to sleep. I love doing it and the craziest things can happen because it’s my story, in my head and who can tell me otherwise 🫣
There we go. I’m going to tag a few people. As I’ve not been around I’m sorry if you’ve already done this, feel free to ignore 😀
I tag: @energievie @sickness-health-all-that-shit @iansfreckles @itscurlyclaire @iansw0rld @sweetbee78 @vintagelacerosette @depressedstressedlemonzest and anyone else who wants to do this!
the frequency of needing to food shop because you eat food and therefore deplete what you previously bought and need to restock…………being an adult is a nightmare
here's my silly little take on this months @gallacrafts theme:
"...I'm Fucking Gay"
This comic captures the moment that my OC Moni tells her Dad and Pops that she might maybe possibly like girls teehee
To see how the scene concludes, check out the companion fic I wrote: here!
(ps to everyone coming out or doing something else equally as scary and brave today or any day, consider this a big ol' smooch on the forehead from me <3)
(originally written as part of this prompt challenge)
Ian is thankful for a lot of things.
He wakes up in the morning, warm and rested, and he is thankful. He looks at Mickey’s relaxed, sleeping face, and he can’t believe he gets to wake up to this every day.
They make breakfast together, and Ian is thankful they have plenty of food to eat. It hasn’t always been that way. In his home or in Mickey’s. Now neither of them has to worry where the next meal is going to come from.
They shower together, and Ian is thankful for these little moments of peace. There’s no hurry, there’s no rush. There’s just getting clean and loving on each other. Slow kisses and lingering touches to start the day right. It really doesn’t get better than this.
They spend the day working together, and Ian is thankful. He gets to work alongside his husband, his partner, his best friend. They make their living together, and they make decisions together. About money, about saving it, spending it. About their future. Ian is so happy they can plan more of their future together.
They come home at night, tired and spent, and Ian is thankful. They’re safe, they’re home, they can rest at the end of a long day. They can lay on their couch together, have some dinner, watch some silly show on tv. It’s their home, and they can do whatever they want in it. Ian can breathe, and every breath feels like freedom.
They go to bed together, sleepy and content, and Ian is thankful. Thankful that he can wrap his arms around Mickey all through the night. Keep him safe, and feel safe in return. They can fall asleep and dream sweet dreams of things to come, hopeful for what tomorrow’s going to bring.
They don’t have to worry, they don’t have to be afraid.
Now, finally, they can rest.
Ian is thankful for his life. For his husband. For the little things that make every day more beautiful than the last.
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thanks to @shameless-notashamed for reading this over!
Here is my second submission for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Magazine. My first idea, brought to you by a quick wikipedia search and a few certain kinks.
Hope you'll like it!
**
Ian puts the film into the camera magazine with trembling fingers.
Get a grip, Gallagher.
He is no newbie. Has done this a thousand times.
But never with him, his unhelpful brain supplies.
Ian takes a deep breath, before he studies the fireman trying to get comfortable in his photoset surroundings.
Small waist, broad chest, highlighted by a tight top, framed by braces’ straps. An ass just begging to be worshiped, thick thighs visible even in the yellow uniform trousers.
I've officially joined all the lovelies over at @galladrabbles! Here is my first drabble based on the prompt magazine from @smokey-mickey.
It had been a day, and Ian just wanted his bed and his husband. He unlocked the apartment door and found Mickey on the couch, a magazine in his hands.
“What’cha got there?”
Mickey dropped the magazine and avoided Ian’s eyes. “Nothin’.”
“Didn’t look like nothin’,” Ian teased. He reached behind Mickey with grabby hands. Mickey couldn’t compete with Ian’s long-ass arms, and soon enough Ian was holding his prize, opened to the most recent page.
50 Ways To Please Your Lover. Ian gazed at Mickey fondly and Mickey blushed.
I don’t know why this is the idea that came to mind but some father and son-in-law wedding content that isn’t attempted murder. @galladrabbles
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“Guess you're my new son” frank slurred after the copious beer he had been partaking in
“Great! one shit father for another” Mickey rolled his eyes watching his husband - shit he has a husband he married that red-headed fucker - dancing with Franny in his arms.
“I never told,” he heard frank next slur out
“Told ?” Mickey looks at the man trying to grab half beer someone left on the table
“At the store-you and Ian were… fucking” frank stumbled over his words in a drunken mutter
“Yeah, erm thanks Frank, guess that one thing you did right“
Thank you to the lovely @energievie for the tag. 💛
I’ve been slowly working on chapter 8 of Educating Mickey. With studying and assignment deadlines looming progress has been much slower than I would have liked but it is almost finished!
Here’s a little sneak peak…
—//—
“They’ve had a great teacher,” Tomkins said, matter of factly. “But all great teachers need a rest. Go home, go and see Ian. Enjoy your free time.”
“Me and Ian had a fight,” Mickey said, dropping his eyes to his desk. “I was a bit of an ass to him.”
“Then go and make up. All couples fight Mickey, but that man is clearly smitten with you, so whatever it is, I’m sure he’ll forgiv- argh”
Mickey’s head shot up at Tomkins' cry of pain…
—//—
Fingers crossed it’ll be out by this weekend, just needs a last few edits.
Any WIPs to share? @beebabycastiel @look-i-love-u @sluttymickey @depressedstressedlemonzest @vintagelacerosette @buffymilkovich and anyone else who has anything in the pipeline!
There are so many amazing and talented people on tumblr! 💕 sorry if I’ve missed anyone!
Hi wifey 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I kinda tried to include both 👀💜
37. Not realising they're holding hands till someone points it out AND 40. Letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it (from this prompts list <3)
Mickey Milkovich (Gallagher? She doesn’t think she’s asked if they’ve taken each other names after they got married) has not changed since the last time Fiona saw him.
Yeah, he definitely looks older, after all, it has been eight years since she saw him. And yet, when she sees him smile at Ian, it’s like she’s transported back in time.
Back when she first started to realise her little brother had a whole life she knew nothing about; that he'd found someone for himself, a Milkovich. Someone who loved him enough to sleep on the floor next to him every night. Loved him enough to come out for him in front of Terry fucking Milkovich. Loved him enough to say, “Let me take care of him until he's better….We’re taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family.”
She sees Mickey's face light up when Ian enters the room in the exact same way it did all those years ago. She sees him lean into Ian's touch, absentmindedly seek Ian's hand, and melt against his side like he used to back when they were kids and he thought Fiona wasn't paying attention to them. She sees that he still rolls his eyes and smiles right after at Ian's jokes and remembers thinking back then about how Mickey must really love Ian, because he cracked a smile at even the lamest of jokes Ian made.
So yeah, Mickey Milkovich has not changed since the last time Fiona saw him. He's still just as in love with Ian as he was before.
***
She breaks out of her reverie. Smiles. Maybe it's time to have some fun. Kicks at the couch to get their attention. “So. Who's the clingy one?” she asks.
“Ian, of course,” Mickey replies quickly, shrugging. As if it's obvious. As if he wasn't the one who held Ian's hand the second he sat down next to him on the couch. As if he wasn't basically sitting on Ian's lap. As if he wasn't the one who'd slyly texted Ian, “Come here” about 5 times when he thought Fiona wasn't looking. (That's another thing that hasn't changed about Mickey. He's still shit at knowing whether Fiona's got an eye on him or not.)
“Well, you're the one who's been clinging onto Ian's hand for the past 15 minutes, so.” Fiona says, smirking.
They both look down at their intertwined hands, as if just realising that they were holding them.
“Mickey Milkovich, the fucker who terrorized the Southside at one point, just casually lounges about while holding my brother's hand? Bitch, you've gone soft!”
“Fuck off,” Mickey rolls his eyes, making no moves to drop Ian's hand. “And I'm still the fucker who terrorizes the Southside.”
“Yeah, Mick, you sure are.” Ian smiles at him, and then looks at Fiona and whispers, “Absolutely not.”
“I heard that, fucker!” Mickey shouts, smacking Ian on the thigh with his free hand and Fiona laughs, because wow, that soft bitch still refused to leave Ian's hand.
He kept holding Ian's hand even as he stubbornly argued about being the terror of the Southside.
Even when Lip came in and teamed up with Fiona to tease him about being a clingy fucker.
Even as they made their way off the couch and towards the door when it was time to leave. Dropped it just for a second when Franny and Liam ran between them, chasing after each other in a game they were playing. And then grabbed it again the second they went past them. His small hand firmly holding onto Ian's big one.
***
Maybe Mickey Milkovich had changed through the years, Fiona thought, as she watched them leave. Maybe he'd become more happy. More open. Softer.
I was tagged by the lovely @energievie to do this picrew. So here’s my 80s vibes rocker look.
I would have loved to dye my hair pink back when I was younger. I went blue instead (big mistake. I am too pale for dark blue hair 😳). So this will have to do haha!
I bet lots of people have already done this now so if you’ve already been tagged or already done this then please ignore.
@beebabycastiel @sweetbee78 @iwannabewhereyouaremickey @itscurlyclaire @xninetiestrendx @iansw0rld @vintagelacerosette @depressedstressedlemonzest and anyone else who wants to give it a go.
