Underrated Ship: Lip x Mickey (moodboard + ficlet)
For the 'Underrated Shameless Appreciation Event' organized by @nicheshameless and @deathclassic
Boiling Frogs
Summary:
Speculation about why Terry was booked while Mickey and Iggy walked free was spreading like wildfire that summer.
Or, Mickey shows up to Lip's underground fight club, in dire need of money.
Canon-divergent AU set early season 2 where Mickey didn't get with Ian and avoided juvie.
Description of violence, bruises and injuries.
Or read it on AO3 (385 words).
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The night Mickey showed up at Lip’s fight club, he’d already been sporting a black eye and bruised knuckles. Not that Lip needed any more proof that Mickey could fight; word at the Alibi was that Terry’s face was unrecognizable by the time the cops had shown up at the Milkovich house.
Speculation about why Terry was booked while Mickey and Iggy walked free was spreading like wildfire that summer. Lip knew not to believe most of them. But a part of him was still curious. He suspected it must’ve been bad—really bad—to break through to the brothers. Boiling frogs and all that…
But, that first night, all Mickey said was, “I need the money.”
So Lip added him to the board and watched from the sidelines as Mickey almost went down; his opponent having no qualms about aiming for the fresh bruises littering Mickey’s torso.
There was something desperate in the way Mickey took the guy down in the end. Like a cornered animal. Something Lip instinctually recognized and understood. Sympathized with, maybe.
In spite of himself—he didn’t get invested in the fights, only took note of the outcome, of strengths and weaknesses, to better plan matches and maximize betting—Lip was relieved when Mickey exited the makeshift ring on his own two feet.
He was even more relieved when Mickey received his cut and told him he was done for the night.
“Right. Good showing, Mickey,” Lip said. He ignored the momentary embarrassment at his own words. The encouragement made him sound like a football coach giving his players a pat on the head. Hit the showers. Or some shit.
As if Mickey needed reassurance from Lip of all people.
Thankfully, Mickey was busy trying to pull his muscle tank back on. His entire left side flinched when he brought his arms above his shoulders, but with teeth gritted, he managed anyway. He didn’t comment on Lip’s lame pep talk and instead asked when the next fights were scheduled.
“See ya Saturday, then.”
“Right. Yeah.”
Lip watched him leave, Mickey’s movements deliberate and guarded.
The warehouse’s loading bay had been left open, and a breeze was finally stirring. The fresh air was a welcome break from the stench of sweat. Lip breathed deep as thunder rolled in from the south.
Anyway. I posted a short continuation to my Lickey Mutual Pining fic (2k), based on the prompt: Resolved Sexual Tension (400 words). And it's very soft. But also based entirely on a gif of Lip who can't stop kissing every inch of Karen's skin after sex.
Ok, I wanna talk Lickey. What the fuck? I don't ship it at all, but I love to read relatively unhinged opinions. How tf would they even get to a hate fuck scenario? I think the most common one to refer to is the Alibi scene, and I think that's beautiful 💀 so, what's up?
Thinking about fat Mickey masturbating and worshipping his body, sending videos to Ian while he works but he is also aware Lip is watching and getting turned on
Is Mickey going to stop? Hell no! He's getting both Gallagher brothers hard and cumming over his body, he knows he's the sexy one
Omg yesssss absolutely. Like why the fuck would Mickey stop, he feels good, he's turning himself on, taking a video for Ian and like Lip gets caught in the doorway, transfixed. Mickey is there legs cocked back and splayed, showing off how massively thick his thighs are and how criminally fat and meaty is ass is. He cuts off a video telling Ian how he wishes he was there to fill him up so good like he always does, and how his hand is no replacement for the redhead's mouth. But he just drops his phone at one point and goes back to his business and lip is about to turn away and try to sneak off but Mickey's like
"you know you could have been more help. Could have at least offered to hold the camera. Would have saved me a sore shoulder"
Lip doesn't even try to play off that he was watching and enjoying "Yeah and what would you have told my brother about who was filming? It's not like you have telekinesis."
"Would have told him the truth. Would have told him his straight older brother was perving on his boyfriend. Bet he'd get a kick out of that. So, you gonna make yourself useful or not, you're throwing me off."
OMG, Arrow, Leah is right - Mickey would rather claw his eyes out than admit he finds Lip attractive but I would do ANYTHING to read about him getting drunk and/or high and letting it slip (or something like that) 😬😍
Hi I've had 4 margaritas so here's a direct sequel to tonight's speedwrite lol. Explicit language but not actual content.
Edit: wait it was last nights I have lost all track of time😂
"Still can't believe you were thrusting over Kev, of all the fucking people," Lip mutters. He takes a hit off his joint, blows the smoke up toward the stars.
Mickey watches it climb, and spread, and dissipate, and takes a swig from his beer.
"Not fuckin thirsting over anybody," Mickey counters, then tilts his head, considering.
"Except maybe your better brother," he adds with a little smirk, "first thing in the morning for breakfast."
Lip grimaced, and spits into the grass.
"Dude," he complains, "do you have to say that kind of shit? That's my baby brother you're talkin about."
"You're the one that brought it up, Phillip," Mickey points out. "Suck it the fuck up."
He takes another drink, says, "Like I suck your brother's dick," and crackles as Lip pretends to puke on his own feet.
They sit in silence for a minute or two; neither if them are counting. Ian and Tami are still inside the apartment upstairs, getting Fred ready to head home, so there's no rush to finish their vices.
Lip coughs, and twiddles the joint between his fingers.
"You, uh," he starts awkwardly. "You ever think of me like that?"
Mickey snorts.
"Did I ever wanna fuck you?" he asks bluntly, thanks to copious alcohol, "Or dis I ever check out your ads while I kicked it?"
"Either one, I guess," Lip answers with a shrug. "Not that I care," he tacks on hastily, even his fresh high not enough to overcome the discomfort of the conversation he started himself.
"Well," Mickey says, dragging out the word. "Let's just say there was a reason I was...thorough, with the beatings."
He waggles his eyebrows, and almost chokes on a laugh at the look on Lip's face.
"Hey, you asked, man," he chortles as the door opens behind them, Ian holding it for Tami and the baby carrier.
"Next time Kev comes by for a workout, you should join," Mickey says, standing. "I already invited Tami to take in the view, so you might as well be part of it."
He winks, downs the last of his beer, and steps up to offer an arm to Tami, who takes it happily.
Lip is left sitting on the steps, gaping, as his brother-in-law helps his girlfriend to the car. Ian stops behind him, lets a hand fall heavy on his shoulder, and says, "Welcome to the club, bro. We work out on Thursdays."
