#Mickey is Ian’s rock

[rayrayor]

New chapter up, double the fun as Karma nudges both Lip and Kash . And as always thank you Alice @darthvaders-wife for bringing pieces of my writings to life💕💕💕😁

[taihaole1111]

it’s from s1e7

When they found something hard against their thighs and their phone wasn't in their pocket

oh my…

[ohkate]

Incorrect quotes.

| 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[suzy-queued]

New Story Alert!

It's the best day of the year!! May 28 is my lucky day for starting multi-chap fics. 2021 | 2022 | 2023

And now, for 2024...

Workhouse Rock Welcome to Lincoln Rock Workhouse Center, where the most mediocre Chicago criminals get the light punishment they deserve. Ian's life is on a downhill slide, and he needs to emerge from this place as a reformed man. Mickey can't wait to get a break from reality and live his best life for the summer. If only they weren't standing so firmly in each other's way. Start reading

I'm so excited to be starting a new long fic! I hope you enjoy!

[myvinylplaylist]

The Cult: Sonic Temple (1989)

2019 30th Anniversary Vinyl Reissue

[ninoochat]

WHAT YOU AND I HAVE MAKES ME FREE

[mitjalovse]

Tony Visconti collaborated with many musicians I discuss here on my blog, so allow me to point towards yet another example of this fact with the following post. Yes, we have to check his T. Rex's production as well despite us, well, already looking into that. However, I must state the major difference between their folk incarnation and the most successful one – they became more direct. I jokingly call their change an anticipation of what Yes did to their sound during the 80's, since they both streamlined their style into a more popular version of the latter. However, they keep their intriguing elements intact. For instance,T. Rex brought their early otherworldly aura to their 70's appropriation of the early rock songs and the combination just functioned well.

[iangallagherisadeadman]

just finished reading Cooperative Gameplay by @gallavichy which is a must for the shameless/gallavich fandom I suppose, and fuck! that was good.

and I'm just. so happy to be able to read such a good work by someone so passionate about their craft. I mean, Gray did so much research to properly describe videogames and how ged and university application work and mental ilness and places and tourist points and the most banal things too, and their mannerisms! the way every fucking twitter user ian follows has a consistent personality throughout all the fucking +240k words its insane! she included the clothes they were wearing and made whole playlists for a fanfic, that's so fucking nice.

it's just so nice to feel how much she was into it, you know? more than a great writing and story and characters, it was so nice to read cause there was so much feeling to it, all the time. makes me feel warm inside. smiled so big reading it and cried too! i just had to put it out here.

[ryantryinx]

Head cannon

Mickey is definitely a rock kinda guy. From classic rock like the greats; Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Ac/dc, Bob Seager ect. To heavy metal, and even punk when the mood arises.

He doesn’t ‘ hate ‘ other genre’s of music. Pop, Rap, Hip-hop ect. But if he’s playing music while doing something its 100% rock. Unless Ian’s around and changes it.

Ian is most definitely a pop/hip-hop guy. More dance friendly.

[musicmags]

[rayrayor]

I hated the way the writers had Mickey pop off so casually about Ian’s mental illness in the Hall of Shame episode . Mickey not perfect, Ian either but wow that below the belt comment always bugged me . I wondered if it had an effect on Ian after .

So I rewrote it, angst with Gallavich doing what they do best , finding their way back to each other .

No idea where this came from except last night had an epic oops and lost a final chapter ( it was sooo good) poof no more chapter 🤬

So I pouted , read other great writers and about 11 pm this cropped up .

For all of you so damn good at angst , tipping my hat cause this is mildly angsty and I was just a snot fest typing it out🥹

[fanonsupremecy]

Mickey they could never make me hate you. Even WHEN you were the dirtiest white boy in America. V THAT MAY BE TRUE but he's also soooo pretty so he gets a pass cuz he's so babyboy and babygirl and an angel that deserved so better like fucking love and compassion and pride and adoration from his fucking shithead father. (if you can't tell I'm on my season 2 shit) honestly he was so much more dirty white boy tm in season 1 tho...

”I came out for you, you piece of shit”

YES YOU DID MICKEY. YES THE FUCK YOU DID.

[ohkate]

Crash into me

Many thanks to @starry-nights-17 for this week's prompt "Crash into me" by Dave Matthews. Word Count: 100

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"Somebody should fill that mouth of yours so you'll shut up," Ian sniped, pushing Mickey against their brand new-used couch.

"Yeah? You seem to like it sometimes…maybe I'll go find somebody who'll appreciate it more," Mickey smirked.

Truth-be-told, pissing Ian off was his favorite pastime. Inevitably, Ian would forget Mickey was annoying him purposely and he'd manhandle him against some poor, weak piece of furniture to fuck it out on.

And when Ian crashed into him and almost split him in half with that angry, glorious cock, he smiled hearing the couch creaking beneath him with each thrust.

"Happy…Monday…to me."

[suzy-queued]

Workhouse Rock, chapter 9: We Are Family Ian's finally starting to fall into a regular routine around here. He has his friends, he has hobbies, and Lincoln Rock feels like home. Nothing's going to interfere with that, right? Read chapter 9 | Start from the beginning

Happy Friday! Happy fall! Happy almost Halloween! Thank you for checking out my story!

[ange1sang]

going under

gallavich/ian x mickey, word count: ~996

summary: the first time mickey tells ian he loves him. ; canon compliant, set seasons 4-5, hurt/comfort, fluff, crying, sex

a/n: here's my contribution for mickey's birthday !!! a day late but i just moved yesterday and fell asleep trying to finish it so </3 here it is !!

Mickey's drowning in Ian. He isn't sure how but he knows he is, every last sense overwhelmed by the redhead above him.

The smell of his skin - soft, clean - and the smell of his cologne - strong, overly masculine - clings to his nostrils. The taste of his spit and sweat, spread over his lips like a thick layer of cheap chapstick. His skin is so hot beneath his palms it feels like he's pressed his hands to a stovetop. His voice buzzes in his ears, every breathy moan and groan and bit back curse word like a shot of adrenaline. And when he focuses his eyes on the face above him, it's like a too-hard hit to the head, the kind that has him thinking he's seeing God.

Ian's beautiful. He'd been gone for so long Mickey'd almost forgotten what it was like getting to see his face. Getting to see his freckles, count every little patch of them like stars in the sky. Getting to grab the back of his neck and pull him close enough that they're breathing the air straight out of each other's lungs.

It reminds Mickey of his very first nicotine high. Veins thrumming, stomach tingling, fingertips trembling. His bottom lip shakes, hands scrambling for purchase. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shut out the dizzying feeling in the back of his head. His hands land on Ian's shoulders, nails digging into the freckles scattered across Ian's right shoulder, leaving behind little red marks that Mickey wishes would stay there forever.

"Gonna cum?" Ian asks, and he asks like he's teasing, but the strain in his voice gives him away. He's probably closer than than Mickey is. If this were a year ago, or even months ago, Mickey would've teased right back, would've poked fun and called Ian one of the dumb nicknames he seems to love so much. But right now his voice ties itself into knots, catches in his chest.

Ian leans down, kisses along his jaw. Open-mouthed and gentle, nudging his nose into Mickey's cheek like he's committing his scent to memory. Ian buries himself deep inside him, rocks his hips and presses as deep into Mickey as he can get. He's groaning through gritted teeth and Mickey could live off of that sound, could spend the rest of his life drowning in it like he's doing right now.

"Gonna cum, Mick," Ian murmurs into his cheek and his voice is so gentle that it rocks Mickey's world. "Want me to jerk you off?"

Mickey tries to nod, tries to do anything less embarrassing than what he can feel his body trying to do. It doesn't work. Ian reaches down between them, and a sob tears itself from Mickey's throat.

"Mick?" Ian asks, pulling back from his cheek to look him in the eyes. Concern shines through when their eyes meet, and it makes Mickey's heart squeeze in his chest. Because Ian's been so absent since he came back, eyes always half-lidded or open too wide, always focused on someone else or not focused at all. He's been so out of it, so drugged up and so fucked out that Mickey isn't sure a single one of his words has gotten through to Ian since he's been back. Ian pauses where he's pressed into Mickey, stops his movements in the middle of cumming even though his arms start to shake where they're holding him up. "Mickey?"

And as much as he'd rather drown, Mickey has to come up for air before he's totally smothered by Ian.

"I love you," he says, voice barely reaching a whisper. Hot, fat tears roll down his temples, and he crosses his arms over his face so Ian won't see them. His chest heaves even as he swallows back another sob. "You asshole. I love you. I thought you weren't coming back."

Ian stays quiet, but his body melts against Mickey, hands sliding down his sides and pulling him into a sweaty, sticky, uncomfortable hug. It's the sweetest way anyone's ever touched Mickey. He cries shallowly, and in doing so breathes in another mouthful of Ian's scent.

"I came back," Ian whispers, and it's all Mickey can do not to smack him upside the head. He settles for punching his shoulder weakly.

"Fuck you," he mutters. Ian's lips press to his temple and turn up to form a small smile as he kisses him there. It reminds Mickey of the smile he gave him when he visited him in juvie for the first time. His heart squeezes so hard in his chest it hurts.

"I love you too," Ian says, lips moving against Mickey's skin. He moves his head just enough to kiss his ear and then the trail of tears on the side of his face. "I love you too."

It sounds so easy when Ian says it, nothing like how the words tore themselves from Mickey seconds ago. It sounds like he was meant to say it. Mickey uncovers his eyes and Ian pulls back to look at him, to really look at him, for the first time since he's been back. He smiles, soft and sweet and freckly and dorky like Ian's been since the first time Mickey saw him, and the clenching in Mickey's chest lets up a little.

"Stay, then," Mickey mumbles, and it sounds pathetic. It's weak. It's like he's pleading. It's the gayest thing he's ever said. He can't find it in him to feel embarrassed or ashamed like he expects to feel.

"Okay," Ian replies, once again like it's the easiest thing he's ever said. He leans in to kiss him and it's like being able to breathe underwater. Mickey breathes him in, runs his fingers through his hair, swallows as much as he can get.

"I love you," he says right into Ian's mouth. It isn't easy this time either but it hurts less. He hopes one day it won't hurt at all.

[octoberscigarettes]

depends on the season

S1 Lip

S2,3,4 Mandy

S5 Mickey

S6-9 (really nobody was looking out for him but i guess) Lip or honestly Carl

S10-11 and beyond Mickey