#ian and mickey forever

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Knight In A Shining Youber Chapter 15

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Ian stubbed out the cigarette into the ashtray and sat up a little more, leaning towards Mickey he whispered, “Hey, you awake?”

“Mmm, I am now.” Mickey murmured, his low rumbly sleepy voice making butterflies in Ian’s belly flutter wildly.

Ian moved gently in the bed, not wanting to jostle Mickey, “Can’t sleep.” His lips quirked up in a smile as he moved closer to Mickey, now able to see his grin as he moved above him, carefully adjusting to where he was over Mickey, leaning down to where his chin was resting on Mickey’s back, holding himself to where he wouldn’t press against Mickey’s injured shoulder.

“Oh you can’t?” Mickey’s voice was teasing as he peeked between his thick lashes at Ian.

Ian grinned, a hand reaching up and tenderly touching Mickey’s side, before swiftly turning him over onto his back, being mindful to not disturb his shoulder, his hands keeping Mickey gently pinned to the bed.

Mickey looked up at Ian, his eyes wide with surprise, his lips tugging into a grin.

“Why? That a problem?” Ian teased, his grin blooming over his face.

“Oh no not at all.” Mickey answered, his eyebrows rising up, almost challenging Ian to do more before quickly slipping a hand free and reaching up, wrapping his arm around Ian’s neck, pulling him down.

Ian laughed as he fell against Mickey’s chest, “C’mon wake up!” Ian giggled as he reached up and gave Mickey gentle pats on the cheek.

“You are goin down carrots.” Mickey huffed through a grin, “C’mere carrots!” He tried to pull Ian back down to his chest.

Ian rolled to the side laughing as Mickey wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close to his chest.

Mickey laughed as Ian easily gave up his upper hand and relaxed against him, nuzzling his face there and inhaling deeply.

“I love how you smell, d’I ever tell you that?” Ian asked sleepily.

“Possibly, but I don’t mind hearing it again freckles.” Mickey murmured, his hand coming up and wrapping around Ian, his thumb brushing against his speckled shoulder.

Ian grinned and pressed a kiss to Mickey’s chest, “I love how you smell.” He murmured, grinning softly.

Ian could feel Mickey’s fingers curling into his hair and he wanted to let his touch drift him back to sleep..

Mickey hummed slightly as he leaned up and pressed his lips to the crown of Ian’s head, Ian shifted slightly and turned to where he was looking up at Mickey from his place on his chest, his chin almost hurting as it dug into his sternum.

“Hi.” Mickey murmured softly, grinning as he tilted his head up slightly, his chin pressing into his chest as his eyes roved over Ian.

Ian’s lips broke into a smile, “Hi.” He whispered back shyly, his copper eyelashes tracing against his dappled cheeks.

For a moment it felt like everything was at peace, the thought almost lulling them both back into a slumber.

“We can stay here forever,” Ian whispered.

Mickey was hit with a wave of heartache, because they couldn’t stay there forever, they had shit they had to do, had to deal with, then, once it was taken care of, then they could stay there forever.

[gallavich1234]

the upside down kiss

Gallavich

[ohnopeh]

my roman empire is whatever the heck shameless writers were on when writing ian’s lover interests after mickey’s incarceration. if they wanted us to hate him (as if) why did they make his partners so shitty to him? like caleb told ian to grow up cause ian was worried not getting the job due to his bipolar??? caleb saying ‘push past it’ like bro you are so damn privileged to think a mental illness is something you can just brush off like that, what are we taking meds for when we have our lord and saviour caleb saying it’s no big deal!

and trevor giving no shit that ian was having an episode? oh ian you seem off your meds you alright mate? no? oh okay i don’t give a fuck i tried keep it up you do you i was just your boyfriend and work as a freaking social service i surely know that ignoring the problem and getting angry at someone mentally unstable is the way to go!

they wrote all that without gallavich being endgame in mind, did they hate ian that much??? only one who never got scared to stop ian (the knife scene, the funeral, the guns) and insists he needs meds (pushing him on the wall so he wouldn’t leave, suggesting to call the cops on him so force his recovery, calming him down during hallucinations, not making him feel ashamed for them, getting him meds and so on) has always been mickey and only mickey.

they saw each others at their worst and their best and thought yeah i wanna spend the rest of my life with this person???????????

i wonder if they would have made ian end up miserable with someone who doesn’t care about his mental health if mickey didn’t come back??? god to be a fly on the wall in that writing room

[starry-nights-17]

[stocious]

how to spot stolen/uncredited gifs + how to work the search function

there's been a lot of talk about not stealing gifs and not supporting people who do, but it might not be easy to spot shady posts for everyone. so i made this little guide with things i personally look out for. at the end there's also a guide on how to work the search function. i hope this will help out there on the wild tumblrmachine!

the gif has a watermark that doesn't match the poster and there's no "gif by @[username]" under the gif. please note that a lot of people don't watermark their gifs at all, but this is one of the biggest give aways to a gif being stolen and reuploaded.

the gif doesn't stretch across the entire post. very seldom does a gif maker go through the entire process of making a gif and not making it cover the entire post space. in the example below, the gif was most likely a part of a set, as a second gif would fit perfectly right next to the one posted.

"theme posts" with gifs of different sizes and/or quality. in the examples below, "mickey smiling" has gifs of different sizes and no "gif by" credit under either of them. "theme posts" can still be made with proper credit to the gif maker, like "road trip" to the right.

new posters and no "my gifs" tag. if you're unsure if the gif is stolen or not, click the top of the post and go the blog and look at the tags attached to the post. if someone made the gif themselves, there's usually a "my gifs" or a similiar tag under the post. this might be a good thing to do if someone is new to the space has started posting gifs. this is not 100% foolproof method, but it can help you give an idea if the gif is stolen or not.

so how do i work the search function? how do i get the gifs i want?

good question! in the example of "mickey smiling", try searching for just that - "mickey milkovich smile" and you should get some good results. in the case of grabbing a specific gif from a specific post, i'll try to make a guide down below. if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

first, find a post you want to use a gif from. we're gonna use this set from @heymacy.

open the post you wanna use and copy the url to it. then make a new post and hit the gif search button. paste the url and it should find you the first gif of the set. click the gif and tumblr brings you back to your post with the gif and the "gif by heymacy" at the bottom.

but say you want the last image in the set. we're gonna use a tiny bit of html but don't fret.

first, do the previous step i just explained above.

click the cog wheel at the top right corner, scroll down and choose "text editor - html". go back to your post and it should be a whole bunch of text instead of an image.

search the text for "img scr" and then delete everything between the two quotation marks following that, it starts with https and ends with gifv.

go back to the post with the gif set and right click the gif you want (in this case the last one of the set), and choose "copy image link" and paste it between the quotation marks where you deleted stuff before. make sure not to delete any quotation marks and that your new link placed between them!

please note: you might get an error message from tumblr that the post contains unsupported html, just ignore that.

then click the cog wheel again, and change the editor back to "rich text". you're new image should be there, with proper credit!

bam, you're done! i'm also including a video below of me doing these steps so you can follow along. sorry my os is in swedish, but the thing i right click on is just "copy image link" as stated above.

here's a more in depth guide to this method, but it can be a little confusing if you're not used to working in html.

as you add more images and text to your post, the amount of text after you change to the html editor will increase. it might be hard to find the exact gif you want to change, but play around with it and try it out. the more you use the method, it'll be easier to work with.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i hope this helps! 🫂

[inguaribile-romantica9]

I like how he smells

[cobra-creampuff]

i also like picturing fiona, v, and ian sitting at the kitchen table for a lil coffee break after the chaos of seeing everyone else but mickey out of the house and just comfortably chatting, and it's still kind of early on in the phase of the whole extended household knowing about ian-and-mickey so when mickey comes downstairs into the front room in the undershirt and threadbare sweats he went to bed in, one or both of the women kind of wrinkle their nose at him.

ian glares and pouts playfully but there's a barely-there shadow of real offense underneath. and at this point they've all seen mickey be sweet to ian, seen the way he looks at him, and mickey's been. well, helpful-ish around the house despite hogging the bathroom and the oj lmao. so one or the other woman admits okay she kind of gets it now. but all of that is stuff you grow into in a relationship.

"i just can't imagine what you first saw in him," she says.

ian grins. the exchange has taken like ten seconds, and what with mickey still being half asleep and shuffling his way across the other room he hasn't heard any of it.

"hey, mick," ian greets him as soon as he steps through into the kitchen. in the tiny breath between ian's first and second sentence, mickey halts and narrows his eyes, correctly identifying ian's overly peppy tone as ominous. "turn around."

mickey's too asleep (*cough* and too whipped) to put up a big fuss about it, so he just narrows his eyes further into a suspicious glare and then does what ian wants.

so there's mickey in the doorway. bedhead. his strong shoulders and grabbable waist accentuated by his black undershirt. the perky, full shape of his individual ass cheeks clearly apparent under the thin knit of his sleep pants. the pink flush creeping down the back of his neck as he starts to wake up and realize that ian is blatantly checking him out in front of the other two and probably showing him off to them.

ian doesn't need to ask if that answers the question. he just thanks mickey with all the false innocence a "sweet" baby brother can muster and goes back to his coffee, all three of the others grumbling about his smug face.

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

[ohkate]

I'm Yours

Hello again and thanks to @deathclassic's prompt, "Safe and Sound" from Night Alive. I chose the lyrics about being owned by each other. Thanks to @galladrabbles! Word Count: 100

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"…People know I belong to you. I wear it right on my chest. Gotta remind you to wear your fucking wedding ring!" "OMG--that was one time!" "You flirt. Bars, groceries…don't think I don't know 'bout Mr. GymRat downstairs…" "Mickey, I do have your name on me." Pause. "You don't." "I do. Check for yourself."

Mickey smirked. This could be a fun afternoon.

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"Holy...shit…" Ian breathed heavily. Mickey fell forward onto him. "You're still a liar." Ian paused. He pulled his wedding ring off revealing 'MICKEY' tattooed around his ring finger. "I'm not lying." Pause. "I love you. And I'm yours."

[spacerockwriting]

Galladrabbles Bone

Thank you to @galladrabbles and @heymacy for this weeks prompt! Had a completely different idea but then this came out instead. Joys of writing, I guess?

Bones

Lip paces, not standing still as Ian tries to fix his brother’s bow tie. “Were you this terrified when you married Mick?”

Ian shrugs, looking over at his husband who is trying his hardest to avoid talking to one of the adjacent Tamietti’s next to him. Grinning, Ian looks over at Mickey in his best suit, looking almost as hot as he did on their own wedding day. Mickey rakes his eyes over Ian, smirking as well.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lip swears. “I don’t want to fucking see you trynin’ to bone your fucking husband on my fucking wedding day.”

[gallavich1234]

SHAMELESS CREATORS NETWORK || HOLD

You mean the world to me

[lupeloto]

“we, huh?” ficlet

i have another ficlet that i whipped up and made me jsksndjesj. i hope u guys enjoy it, i’m a little rusty so proceed with caution

Ian lays facing away from the door, comforter billowed around his bare chest, draped lazily across his arm. His head is buzzing, his thoughts shooting around a mile-a-minute yet he can’t seem to actually process a single one. He shuts his eyes tight, trying desperately to breathe through it. He’s been off for a few weeks now, under the false assumption that he narrowly escaped Mickey’s concern until he drops a small “you got an appointment tomorrow to get your meds fixed.” Initially, a rage filled him, sending a rush through his entire body and resulting in some snippy comment about how he can handle his own shit. Mickey didn’t react, just walked to where Ian sat, placed a quick peck on the top of his head and walked out of the room. After several hours of misery in company with his own thoughts, the anger was eventually replaced with a lingering guilty. It was a guilt he felt slightly too proud to admit, resulting in their conversations being limited for the rest of the day.

Mickey shuffles in, plopping down next to Ian in bed.

“Ay,” he finally settles, “i shouldnt’ve gone behind your back,” he fidgets, his head shifting down before Ian cuts him off.

Ian shuts his eyes, breathing through the initial anger that rose, landing on the understanding that it was all in his best interest. “It’s okay,” Ian turns to face him, head resting against his forearm, the former jumbled mess that was his mind now completely clear as his eyes catch sight of the gentle blue ones that stare back at him.

Mickey mirrors him, his head resting on his forearm as his hair sits in a messy black tuft against the pillow. “It’s gonna be alright, just gonna take a look at ya and make sure we get everything figured out.” His hands move to lightly trace Ian’s shoulder, going over every freckle and scar with a delicacy that only Ian knew.

Ian stares back for a moment, eyes fixated on the flutter of Mickey’s lashes as he spoke. Fuck, he loved this man.

“We, huh?” Ian scoots closer, the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the light red that flushes Mickey’s cheeks.

Mickey brushes it off, shifting onto his back mumbling a quick, “It’s you and me, Red.”

Ian smiles to himself, gaze fixed on the sight of his husband’s porcelain skin painted in a light dusting of freckles and a few scars that Ian traces delicately with his fingers, followed by a gentle peck. The curve of his nose, his lips, his lashes. He is nothing short of mesmerized.

“You must love me a whole lot then, huh ya softie?” Ian teases

Mickey lifts his arm behind his head and shutting his eyes, “like it’s breathing, Gallagher,” he huffs casually. He nods his head, gesturing for Ian to come closer.

Ian’s heart beats out of his chest threatening to land promptly before him on the bed as he stifles a small laugh. He’s never short of amused and enthralled by his husband’s ability to say the most romantic things in the most nonchalant nature. Mickey knows it makes Ian bashful and giddy like a teenage girl so of course he slips one in whenever he can.

He feels Ian’s eyes burning a hole in him, “And I don’t wanna hear shit about it, we all know you’re the soft one,” he cuts his eyes over, “now would you get your ass over here i’m fuckin’ exhausted.”

Ian happily complies, shifting to lay his head against Mickey’s chest. His large, freckles hand reaches to grab Mickey’s, nearly completely engulfing it as he rubs small, soothing circles with his thumb while his other hand mimicks on his stomach. Mickey digs his face deep into the tuft of curls, inhaling slightly and placing a small kiss on his head as both drift slowly to sleep.

[starry-nights-17]

[romidoes]

- it’s ok, it’s alright.

[wehangout]

every time i see/watch/think of "would you take care of me if i was paralysed" my brain goes straight to season 4 episode 12 and is there really any question?

[inguaribile-romantica9]

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”

— Hermann Hesse

Happy Valentine’s Day!💖