#kash tries writing

[unjustgalaxy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59927326

episode 8 of wonderlust haunts my every day and night in visions and dreams

heres my attempt at making it a little less sad

kinda mainly platonic lintroller but hey they will get there one day

heres a doodle as a gift also:

[bubblegumbarbie33]

I really want to write a Shameless AU where the day after 'Cascading Failures' Mandy wakes Mickey up and is like "Fuck this shit we're leaving" and she has a plan to move in with an Internet friend in Indiana but Mickey physically can't leave because Ian Ian Ian so Mandy takes him to the Gallagher house (where Fiona is freaking the fuck out about getting her kids back) and practically begs Fiona to take her brother in like she took Mandy in (not really because they were always fighting but also Fiona never kicked her out so.....)

Fiona's obviously like "Fuck this BS I've gotta get my kids back" and Mickey says that he'll help. Because he remembers what the system is like. Being alone. Fighting every second of every day. Being in a constant state of fight or flight. And he doesn't want that for Ian. Or any of the little Rugrats.

So he stays in the basement and keeps out of the house whenever social services stop by, and cleans and learns how to cook (pizza bagels and burnt eggs) and Fiona gets him a job (because he's not staying at her house with no money coming in, and Mickey doesn't want to work at the Kash and Grab with no Ian) and he works at the Alibi because his dad doesn't come around too often (he owes too many guys money or they owe him a boot to the face) but when Terry busts through the door Kev shoves Mickey under the bar like a little kid.

Mickey goes to the court hearing, because why wouldn't he? And Ian sees him walk in with Fiona and Mickey's looking at the ground and shuffling his feet because he knows that this is too much. That he's caring too much. But Ian doesn't say anything and just sits, glued to his side, until Fiona finally gets her kids back for good and everyone's jumping up and down and Mickey's just smiling but also a little sad because he's never known a family like this.

And then it's peaceful and domestic for a while, Mickey blends into the family. Makes friends with Kev and V. Becomes an dependable ego-check for Lip, a weird cousin/older brother for Carl and Debbie, a helping hand to Fiona, and a boyfriend to Ian. And it's some cheesy Brady Bunch shit but he lets himself love it because he's gone two decades without feeling safe.

Then, of course, Terry finds him. One of his cousins tips him off. He catches Mickey walking home from the Alibi one night, really lays into him. Mickey tries fighting back but finds himself paralyzed by that old, solid fear in the pit of his stomach. So he's just hit, again and again, in the street in front of the Gallagher house.

Until Fiona's on top of Terry with a bat, and Carl's got a blowtorch, and Lip's calling the cops because getting Terry sent to jail will make everyone's life easier, and Ian's kicking the shit out of him, and Debbie's holding a pillowcase full of bricks but she's more focused on making sure Mickey's cuts aren't deep enough to do lasting damage.

And that's enough to get Terry put away for a while. Tony makes sure of it, as due to some personal revelations he's definitely not a supporter of gay-bashing. And Mickey's lying on the couch, feeling like a sack of shit. A burden on the Gallaghers. He contemplates running down to Indiana, but Mandy has seemed happier based on her infrequent texts and social media posts, and he doesn't want to bother her. Because that's what he is. A bother.

But then Ian's sitting down next to him and turning on a movie. And slowly the rest of the family trickles in. And then it's just a normal night with leftovers and action flicks and Ian's arm wrapped around him. And Mickey falls asleep, knowing that when he wakes up the next day, it won't just be a dream.

[critmaswishingtree]

Final Week for the Wishing Tree

One more week to go! Time to put those finishing touches on those fills and hit publish!

As a reminder: You can add or edit a work after the collection closes, but you can't upload a new work. So if the fill got a little longer or more complicated than you anticipated, you can upload what you have, and add the rest in a new chapter later.

Still have time? Want to make someone's day? Check out all twenty-seven unclaimed prompts under the cut, and see if you can write or draw something for them! It doesn't have to be long, a drabble will do.

You can claim any of those prompts here!

Candela Obscura

Title: Fic or Art: Relationship or Characters: Candela Obscura, Evelyn White, Jacqueline "Jackie" Renoux, Jacqueline "Jackie" Renoux/Evelyn White Potential Fill Ratings: Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

Would love to see more of the ladies from Circle of the silver screen getting into trouble... And maybe some stramy romance as well?

Campaign Crossovers

Title: Outsider POV M9 + Ring of Brass Fic or Art: EIther Relationship or Characters:, Ring of Brass, The Mighty Nein & Essek Thelyss, The Mighty Nein & The Mighty Nein, POV Outsider, The Mighty Nein as Family Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

I would love a story of the ring of brass watching over the mighty nein and their hijinks from the astral sea

(Can include ships but doesn’t have to) (If so please essek/Caleb and Essek x Jester friendship also empire siblings )

Title: Keyleth and Vilya or Korrin talk about Vax Fic or Art: Fic Relationship or Characters:, Keyleth, Vilya | Viridian, Korrin, Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences Description of Prompt:

Keyleth and her father have both had to deal with their past love coming back, or not quite being able to move on from that experience. I'd love to hear what Korrin or Vilya has to say about the Vax situation.

DNW: Korrin or Vilya being depicted as a bad parent (they can be complicated, give advice, and make mistakes, but I'd like it if it seemed like they tried their best.

Title: The Mighty Nein | The M9 as a Candela Circle Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Candela Obscura, The Mighty Nein, Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

The Mighty Nein as a Candela Circle solving a caper in Newfaire. That's it. That's the prompt. I don't have any ship or character preferences, though I'd prefer to focus on the Mighty Nein sans Essek (mainly because there are already very good Candela crossovers with Essek).

Title: Kash & Zahra | CR3 Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:, Kashaw Vesh, Zahra Hydris, Zahra Hydris/Kashaw Vesh Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

Was anyone else screaming WHERE IS MY BOOOY at all this Vasselheim stuff and famously no Slayers' Take input on the whole war going on? What's Vesh's stance on the moon situation? Is Kash staying out of it? What's this doing to Zahra, whose warlock pact involves A moon, if not THAT moon, specifically? I'd love a fic that deals with how they're coping in Moonmageddon.

Title: Vilya and Keyleth at Winters Crest Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:Keyleth & Vilya | Viridian Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences Description of Prompt:

It'd be nice to see them be able to be a family and together again.

DNW: too much angst

Title: Fic or Art: Any combo of Essek, Caleb, Ashton, Dorian, and/or Orym + size shenanigan smut Fic or Art: Either! Relationship or Characters:, Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Orym/Dorian Storm, Ashton Greymoore/Orym/Dorian Storm Potential Fill Ratings: Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

Any combination of these guys, as few or as many as you like but someone changes size for some reason. The how and the why is totally up to you.

DNW: rape/noncon, scat/watersports, feet stuff

Title:Artagan/literally any male PC or NPC: your choice smut Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Artagan, The Traveler Potential Fill Ratings: Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

Literally Artagan/The Traveler with any male PC or NPC from any campaign. My favorite chaos fey deserves to get some! Feel free to put him any encounter you want.

Some ideas: - Artagan finally grips and chokes more than just Vax’s neck. - Percy hates to admit it, but he’s really curious about what he’s read regarding fey intercourse. Artagan is all too happy to participate in a hands-on experimental study. - The Traveler shows Fjord just how powerful he really is, and how much joy his “tricks” bring. - Artagan observes Fearne, Orym, and Dorian as they journey through the Feywild and watches as Orym or Dorian (or both?) sneak away to take the edge off. (Does Orym and his high perception eventually realized that Artagan is watching him/Dorian? Does Orym know the whole time?)

DNW: rape, scat, piss

Title: Chetney and the Tombtakers Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:Chetney Pock O'Pea, Lucien, The Tombtakers Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

Technically Chetney only spent a short time with the Claret orders in 843, but that timeline never made much sense anyway and it's not like Chetney hasn't lied about other things. There's definitely a world where they were all in the Claret Orders at the same time. Or maybe they just ran into him in the Savalirwood at some point.

I'd like some creepy fuckup to creepy fuckup interaction.

Title: Hey we saw you from across the campaign, Imogen/Laudna/Yasha/Beau Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:, Laudna, Imogen Temult, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Laudna/Imogen Temult, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett/Imogen Temult, Laudna/Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Nydoorin/Imogen Temult Potential Fill Ratings: Not Specified Description of Prompt:

After the frequent jokes in c3ep111 I think Imogen deserves to get railed by Beau. If Yasha and Laudna are involved or just aware is up to you!

Do not want: cheating/infidelity

Title: Kingsley during the Solstice Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:Kingsley Tealeaf Potential Fill Ratings: Not Specified Description of Prompt:

What's Kingsley up to during the Apogee Solstice? Is he on Darktow? Is he even aware of what's going on?

Bonus points for including Marius or Orly

DNW: Kingsley with Molly's personality

Title: Bells Hells meets the Darrington Brigade Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Bells Hells, Darrington Brigade Potential Fill Ratings: Not Specified Description of Prompt:

I want to see these two crazy crews meet with resulting shenanigans.

Bonus Ideas: -Ashton fanboys over the Owlbear -FCG meets Tary and Doty -FCG's hate of birds vs Lionel being a Duck Totem barbarian -Buddy calls the witches pretty, they tell him about Pretty

Campaign One

Title: Vax at his job and things going well for a change ft the Matron Fic or Art: Fic Relationship or Characters: The Raven Queen & Vax'ildan Potential Fill Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences, Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

I don't have any strict requests for tags, but I'd love to see a fic of Vax doing some champion's work, either in his VM days or after he ascended. I would love to see him have a good day at work for once (lol), and maybe have a nice conversation with the Matron? Up to you. TYIA!!

Title: Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Vax'ildan, Keyleth, Keyleth/Vax'ildan, Happy Ending, Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

Any rating… Vaxleth in canon getting their happy ending please

Title: Grog and Scanlan whump Fic or Art: Fic Relationship or Characters: Scanlan Shorthalt & Grog Strongjaw Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

I love the friendship between these two in the campaign and I'd like to read something with a bit of hurt/comfort (with a side of canon-typical shenanigans). Can be anything from expending on a canon moment to something completely original. Does something befall Grog? Scanlan? Both? Pre-canon/canon/post-canon? Author's choice!

Title: Anna Ripley/Cassandra de Rolo Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:Anna Ripley, Cassandra de Rolo Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

this ship deserves art or fic because it has potential basically anything, any rating, any tags, complete creative freedom but please make Cass over 18 if you'll do smut

Campaign 2

Title: Dairon and Essek have an awkward conversation Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Dairon, Essek Thelyss Potential Fill Ratings: Not Specified Description of Prompt:

At Beau and Yasha's wedding, Dairon quickly recognizes Essek through his disguise. Dairon not-so-subtly informs Essek that they know he stole the beacons, and that it's only as a favor to Beau that they're keeping quiet about it.

They also find common ground by commiserating about hating parties.

Title: Cree/Lucien | Backstory fic Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:Cree/Lucien Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

I am always demanding more Cree/Lucien content, specifically of them pre-stream. Can include references to TNEOL, but I would rather Brevyn just be omitted entirely from the narrative please and thank you.

Prompt ideas:

- Cree and Lucien as kids in the Run - Cree and Lucien in the Orders - Lucien showing the tome to Cree for the first time

Not interested in PWP, but I'd be fine with porn with plot.

Title: Caleb Widogast | Caleb leaves the Mighty Nein after the Iron Shepherds Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Caleb Widogast Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

Liam mentioned Caleb leaving the Nein was a real possibility. I'd love someone to explore that idea. What would he do, instead? Would he go back to Trent? What if he ended up having to go up against the Nein because Trent considers them loose ends. I'd love an unhinged Winter Soldier-esque Caleb story. Whatever ending is fine. I would just really love someone to explore the idea of early canon Caleb being forced to abandon the Nein and find other ways to achieve his goals and what sort of dark path that might lead him down.

Bonus points if you can include references to The Dark Tower and Roland's own journey, since Liam has said that the two have similar mindsets early in their narratives.

Title: Caleb/Neo-Somnovem Lucien + Caleb has a smutty dream of the Neo-Somnovem Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:, Caleb Widogast, Lucien/Caleb Widogast, Explicit Potential Fill Ratings: Explicit Description of Prompt:

Sometimes, when Caleb dreams, he dreams of Lucien. He dreams of the muscular, powerful body of the Neo-Somnovem’s form and what it is he could do to Caleb.

He’ll never admit to a soul just how attracted he was to that form. With Mollymauk and Lucien’s easy charm and all of that raw magical power, it’s like magic catnip for Caleb. He can’t resist.

Caleb yearns for those pleasurable dreams when he revisits the Neo-Somnovem.

DNW: rape/noncon, scat/watersports, feet stuff

Title: Shadowgast, Caleb meets the family Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:, Essek Thelyss, Verin Thelyss, Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Potential Fill Ratings: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature, Explicit Description of Prompt:

It's been implied that Caleb has met Verin before, and I'd like to see what that looks like!

+ the two of them meeting without knowing one another's relationship to Essek + Verin flirts with Caleb, because who can resist the dirt wizard? + Essek and Caleb aren't together yet, and Essek is prompted to make his move on Caleb because of Verin's flirtatious overtures + Verin attempts to give Caleb a shovel talk (despite Essek being incredibly powerful in his own right)

DNW: anything that necessitates and archive warning, dead dove, AU

Campaign 3

Title: Marwa - what's she up to? Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Marwa Endalia Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences Description of Prompt:

What's Marwa up to these days? I miss her.

Any ship, any other characters DNW: Anything permanently bad to happen to Marwa.

Title: FRIDA/FCG - FRIDA finds out that FCG is dead Fic or Art: Either! Relationship or Characters: Fresh Cut Grass/F.R.I.D.A., F.R.I.D.A. & Deanna Leimert Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences Description of Prompt:

Someone finally tells FRIDA that FCG is dead. Maybe Deanna helps them through it?

Title: Ashton/Marwa | Awkward date Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Marwa Endalia/Ashton Greymoore Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature Description of Prompt:

I really wanted Ashton and Marwa to have at least one awkward date before everything popped off. What would that be like? I must know.

Smut not necessary. I'd prefer it to be fade to black, but if your heart leads you to awkward smut, I would not be disappointed. I would just rather it be more humor than titillation.

Title: Relvin Temult's POV Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters: Imogen Temult, Relvin Temult, Liliana Temult, Imogen Temult & Relvin Temult, Liliana Temult/Relvin Temult, Potential Fill Ratings: General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences Description of Prompt:

I'm just wondering what he thinks about all of this. Could be when Imogen was young, or during the campaign, or anytime in between.

Title: Will Lives! Bonus points for Will/Dorian/Orym Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:, Dorian Storm, Orym, Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Potential Fill Ratings: not specified Description of Prompt:

What if Will survived the attack? Can be canon divergent, canon compliant, or straight up a different AU or a modern setting. SFW & NSFW both welcome.

Go feral!

DNW: major character death & other warnings

Title: FIC or ART: Fearne: Therapist to the Gods Fic or Art: Either Relationship or Characters:, Fearne Calloway, Asmodeus the Lord of the Nine Hells, The Raven Queen | Matron of Ravens, Corellon the Arch Heart, Pelor the Dawnfather, Lolth the Spider Queen Potential Fill Ratings: Not Specified Description of Prompt:

Okay okay okay. I don't think this is going to happen. But. Caleb mentioned that the gods could just sort out their own problems, right? The gods should decide among themselves what they do, maybe with a mortal arbitrator/relationship counselor/family therapist.

Who is the person in Bells Hells that would step up to the task for being a family therapist to the gods? Fearne. She's already a professor princess.

I wanna see what this would look like.

Could be primes only or primes and betrayers.

[vorchagirl]

Can I ask about 'Hunted' from your WIP ask game?

WIP Ask Game

Sure thing! Hunted is my Rook x Spite smutty oneshot I'm writing, where Spite is hunting Rook around the lighthouse as part of a sex game. When he catches her, he gets to fuck her.

Here's a little snippet:

“I can smell you. little Crow,” Spite crooned, his voice coming from somewhere above her. “Caramel. And roses.”

Kash froze, flattening herself against the wall and listening again, sorting sounds in her mind just as Lucanis had taught her: the faint chime of distant magic, the chittering of wisps, and there! The soft whisper of leather brushing against stone. Almost dead above her. 

She pulled back from the edge and inched back to the stairs as Spite laughed again, snickering as he heard her movement. Anxiety surged through her at that mocking laugh, and she dropped all pretense of staying quiet as she began to run, nimbly leaping from stone block to stone block as she fled back to the courtyard.

Purple light blazed brightly as behind her Spite unfurled his wings and leapt from his vantage point on Neve’s tower. Kash heard the whistle of wind as he swooped, and she dropped to the ground and rolled, hearing his frustrated growl as he narrowly missed her. He gracefully hit the ground in front of her, skidding to stop and dropping to a crouch as he watched her, his glowing eyes narrowed as he tried to anticipate her movements.

WIP Ask Game

[yukii0nna]

Chandra Sharma

Age: 33 (at time of death)

Voiced by :Maulik Pancholy

Birthday: 5/10

Head Witch of Water

Occupation: Writer ,Councilman

Family: Hannah Sharma (wife), Jay Sharma (Son), Kikyo Sharma (daughter)

Flaw: I have been told I can be too cold and serious.

Style: Simple clothes are more my cup of tea as they say

Pet Peeves: I detest senseless violence. I know

Favorite food: Chocolate.

Least favorite food: Soup

Hobbies: Drawing, hiking,

Talents: Singing, Dancing, inventing, crafting.

Background

Chandra was a powerful witch at an early age. He was raised by his grandmother to train his magic.At the age of 14,he became the witch of water and night. Then the wizards of the Black Circle came,he helped defend against before going to Tir An Og, falling to sleep for a long time. When he woke up,he found out about how much had changed. Then he met Hannah and had Jay and Kikyo.

Personality

Chandra is what you call a responsible man. He prefered stability and order in the world and disliked chaos. However,he can see why chaos is needed and can see the beauty of it. He was also pretty kind and caring, believing in helping when he can.

Skills

Dark magic: Was known for his powerful curses despite his own dislike for them

Intelligence: Was pretty clever smart

Potions making: Was one of the best potions makers in the white circle

Healing magic: It was one of his most prominent magic

Water magic: Uses it for defense but can and will use it offensive to devastating effects

Night magic: Mostly preferred shadow and moon based spells but can go full on nightmare on anyone.

Enchantment: was the best enchanter in Magix

Trivia

Was planning to tell Kikyo about her being a witch but couldn't due to dying

While everyone thought he died due to an illness,the truth was he died to poison

Loved to go to the beach alone at night to enjoy his elements

Gave Kikyo her googles and Jay his necklace

When he found out what Morgana tried to do the humans,he freaked out due to seeing them as innocents.

Was forever thankful to the Winx for being able to stop the White Circle from doing something drastic

Had a Yaksha familiar named Kash who usually took the form of a cobra

@insomniac-jay @punkeropercyjackson @marrondrawsalot @zexal-club @anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @sundove88 @missputotyra @abyssthing198 @liviavanrouge

[scurvgirl]

More lunch break writing! Spiderman kisses FTW.

Returning the Favor

Mickey didn't have much cause to think about the earlier, more painful parts of his and Ian's relationship. They were together now, forever according to the ring on his finger and the stubborn love in his heart. Sure, parts of their history sucked, but Mickey had made peace with that as soon as he said "I do" to Ian Gallagher, the love of his life.

But every now and then, something came up and reminded him of the past. Maybe an old t-shirt that had been passed back and forth so many times no one knew whose it was originally popped up in the laundry, making Mickey smile as he remembered a 16 year old Ian in an army uniform trying so hard to make Mickey his boyfriend. One time they'd driven past the Kash and Grab and Ian had looked over at Mickey with the sappiest expression known to man. These things didn't suck so much. Not all of their history hurt, and sometimes it was okay to reminisce.

One such reminiscence came in the form of a movie. Ian and Mickey were doing their usual bicker and insult routine before selecting a movie to watch when Toby Maguire's first Spiderman movie popped up. They looked at each other briefly before Ian hit play. As cheesy as it was, this movie had been formative for Mickey. He remembered watching a spandex covered Maguire and getting the weirdest feelings. Course he knew what those feelings were NOW, with his hot as fuck husband sitting next to him, arm slung around his shoulder. But all that wasn't what brought up memories.

MJ was in an alley, the rain was pouring and soaking her to the bone. Mickey remembered his brothers hooting and hollering while Mickey watched with anticipation as Spiderman descended down. MJ pulled his mask back and they kissed, upside down in what Mickey kinda felt was the best movie kiss he had ever seen. Memories of an old van and a mumbled question slipped into Mickey's mind along with Ian's passionate lack of an answer. Ian's mouth had slanted against Mickey's, wrong but right, his tongue slipped in and he tasted so good, as he always did. He tried to hold on, fuck was ever always trying to hold onto Ian at that point, but he broke away to replace his lips with a cigarette.

Mickey could focus on the eventual pain of separation that followed that kiss, or he could remember how fucking good the kiss itself was. He chose the latter. He turned his head and brought his hand up at the same time to bring his husband down for a kiss. Attention to the movie fizzled out after that.

The next day, Mickey came home from running errands to find Ian stretched out on the couch with a book. Instead of turning around, Ian bent backwards over the armrest so that he was looking at Mickey upside down.

"Hey, how was the hardware store?"

"Don't move." Mickey dropped his bag and walked over to Ian. Before his confused husband could say anything, Mickey was kissing him. It was all wrong but so right - his nose rubbing against Ian's newly beard covered chin, their tongue sliding across each other in seemingly opposite directions. But it was Ian - how could a kiss with him ever be anything less than wonderful? Mickey trailed his fingers through Ian's beard while he felt Ian's big hand come up to grasp Mickey's shoulder.

When the kiss ended, they were both smiling.

"Am I your MJ?" Ian asked softly, fingers gently touching Mickey's bottom lip.

"You got the hair for it." Mickey kissed him again because he knew that when it came to kissing his husband, he would never get enough.

[krysmiss]

My Gallavich Intro

Thanks for putting this together @callivich ! 😊 Name: Krystal

Age: 29

What made you fall in love with Gallavich?

I love how they continued to persevere and make their ways back to each other. Most people in their circumstance(s) would have given up on each other and the idea of ever being together and happy but they loved each other enough to never give up, despite the universe telling them that they should. They knew that they were each other's soulmates so they clawed their ways through the many (many) obstacles that came their way and fought to make it work. Now they're together, married and happy and that'll always make me happy. 🥹🥰

How long have you been a fan? Since May of 2023. Very newly obsessed.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? There's a lot of Gallavich moments that I absolutely love but I'll try to narrow it down to just 3, in no particular order:

In season 1 when Monica shows up for the first time. The first thing Ian did was run to the Milkovich house to see and talk to Mickey. Though Mickey was hesitant to talk to Ian at the moment (because Terry was there), Mickey showed that he cared about Ian by agreeing to meet Ian at the Kash and Grab to make sure he was okay. That moment, even though it is so early in the series, showed how much they cared for each other already. Mickey being the first person on Ian's mind in a moment of distress, and Mickey dropping everything to make sure Ian was alright is a moment that's so special to me. They were so young and had feelings for each other that neither of them probably couldn't really explain if they tried to at the time, but they both knew that there was something more there. Mickey also already knowing Ian's work schedule makes me smile like a giddy little idiot every time lol 🥰

The "sorry I'm late..." moment 🥹💞. Even though Mickey had his own shit to work though with Ian's diagnosis, him still showing up for Ian and letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere despite it all was so fucking sweet and I love it.

The prison reunion. Nothing says true love like getting yourself thrown into prison and giving up your freedom because you found out that the person you love is going to prison and you want to be with them, regardless of the circumstances.

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Kev and Sheila

Do you write or draw or make edits? I don't - I'm not talented enough for that lol. I do enjoy seeing, reading and supporting everyone else's art and fics though!

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I usually go for one shot post canon or canon compliant fics, usually full of fluff and/or smut, though I'm not opposed to multi-chapter ones. I love reading post-canon fics about married Ian and Mickey being understanding and taking care of each other as they both continue to work though their shit. Mickey always knowing what his husband needs and taking care of him, even when Ian doesn't ask him to, or Ian always reassuring his husband and letting him work though his own trauma always tugs at my heart strings 😭. I also don't mind reading fics that include the rest of the family. I want to eventually venture out to reading maybe some AU fics at some point though.

Favourite Gallavich quote? Idk if I can choose just one so here's my top 3 - again in no particular order:

Their vows 🥰. Everytime I think about their vows, I think of a headcanon that someone wrote on here (don't remember exactly who at the moment, sorry!) talking about how they each emphasized a different word in their vows and how accurate and on brand it was for them. I get the warm fuzzies everytime.

"Ian, what you and I have makes me free. Not what these assholes know."

"I can take care of him, okay? Let me take care of him til he's better... We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family."

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I first started watching Shameless at the beginning of May of 2023 (after being told for years that I should watch it and continuously putting it off - kicking myself now) and as of mid July, I've watch it a total of 4 times. So when I post or reblog something saying that I'm obsessed, I truly mean obsessed. I have never loved or cared for individual characters or a couple from a TV series or movie as much as I do Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich.

[lliinnkk]

This is a fic I've written from a scene out of my daydreams but this scene itself doesn't fit enough into a fandom to put it on AO3, plus if it did, it'd be multiple at once in a rly strange AU buuuuut I'm rly proud of it and I think it's rly cute so I wanna post it here :) I started writing it in February but I'm gonna post it here instead of writing anything new heh 😂

Word Count: 1.75k

Content: self-sacrificial whumpee; hospital whump; non sexual nudity; stubborn whumpee; comfort

(^Never written up smth for whump tag before so I hope this format is good? Hope I didn't miss anything important)

White light. That hospital stench. Kahston?? What the hell's he doing here??

"Oh shit, she's awake!"

Stop screeching this early in the morning, Faith thought, wincing back at the sound. Was there a needle in her arm?

"Didn't expect you to wake up so soon. Glad you're back! We were just finishing up here." Brandy's familiar face caught Faith's blurred vision, creating a sense of sanity in all the confusion.

"Am I..." her voice fell hoarse and dry and she swallowed harshly before speaking again. "Am I in the med centre? When did I get here?" She tried to sit up but Brandy hurriedly yet gently ushered her back down.

"You shouldn't strain yourself right now, just lie down! You've been in a coma for a long time. Just rest for now." Brandy looked strange, acting so serious, but put on a stupid smile like her usual self with an exasperated sigh.

The memories resurfaced slowly as Faith groggily rubbed her eyes. The last thing she could remember was shouting at Julius, and then...here... Oh.

"Where...the hell is everyone? Are they all okay? How long have I been gone for? Kashton??" So many questions, so little time. "I want answers!" Faith demanded.

"Okay, slow down! I told you not to strain yourself alright??" Brandy fussed, looking like she was about to restrain Faith by force. "Kash, why don't you go spread the good word that she's awake? I'll just handle it myself from here. Let's not allow visitors just yet since she's only just woken up."

"Yeah sure, I'll leave you to it then. I guess that's it for training today?" Kash asked, removing his hospital scrubs. Had he been treating Faith as a patient before she woke?

"Yeah go on, take the day off actually, we'll probably all be celebrating with a drink tonight," Brandy winked as she waved Kash out the door.

Faith took this time to take the rest of the room in. The room was full of hospital beds with equipment filled bedside tables but her bed was the only one being used. On her own bedside table she noted the cluttered amount of flowers and get-well-soon cards piled in with all the syringes and drugs of which the sight sent chills down her spine. She felt again the itch to get up.

"So, to explain the situation for you... Hm, this isn't going to be any easy news to break to you." Brandy let out a breath as though the emotional toll of the topic had physically knocked the wind out of her lungs itself as she took a seat on Faith's left. "Since donating seventy years of your lifespan, you've been stuck in a coma for the past week. I'm so sorry."

Faith's eyes widened. "I've been in a coma for a whole week? Seriously? How could I have lost so much time?" Panicked now, Faith made her third attempt at sitting up, this time unchallenged. The world spun around her and her head swam in a thick void of sickeningly painful dizziness.

"Hey, but don't worry! All our plans went ahead smoothly and everyone's actually settled in really well now. And everyone in hospital is healing super quick too, you don't have to worry." Brandy laid a gentle hand on Faith's shoulder to steady her and they made eye contact, though somehow still they couldn't see eye to eye. "You're fine, we're fine. Everything is going absolutely fine. Trust me. All we need you to do for us now is rest."

Faith's brows still furrowed, an expression of devastating betrayal etched across her face. "but... But what's he doing here?? Why's he here, why's Kash here??"

"Julius and I went to rescue him a couple days ago. No, I think it would be five days ago now actually. Yeah, why?" Brandy didn't understand.

"No... No, no, there's no way, why?? Why is he here? What, are you just saying you don't need me or something? Is that what you're saying? I was supposed to go, not Julius, if I was asleep you should've just woken me up, I'd have been fine, it'd have been easy, so easy!"

"What?? Faith, what the hell are you talking about? Did you not hear me or something? I said you were in a coma for a whole week! We weren't even sure if you were gonna survive, there was no way we were gonna make you do anything short of getting out of bed!"

"Just go and rub it in why don't you? I was just sitting here for a whole week and life kept on moving without me as if I'm not here." Blinking back tears, Faith breathed, balling her fists into her hair in an attempt to pull apart the pounding pain by force. Brandy could all but stare, just trying to put together how to react. "I've lost so much time. I... I've got to make up for this somehow. What the hell can I do to make up for this??"

"What the hell did you expect us to do while you were gone though, nothing?"

"No, I expected me not to have been in a god damn coma! I've lost so fucking much now! Why the hell did I have to pass out like that? I should've been stronger!"

"Faith, what the fuck?? You lost seventy years of your life! You'll never get those back!"

"I... Ugh!" Faith didn't know what else to say so she turned over in her bed and pulled the covers over herself but became tangled in wires and needles. "Ugh, I hate this, I hate being here, I feel like I'm being chained down! Get me out of here!"

"Oh alright, just calm down first, I'm only trying to help you," Brandy sighed, gently removing all the strings and wires attached to Faith's body.

Briefly, Brandy left the room only to fetch a spare wheelchair, then returned to the sight of stupid Faith on the stupid floor, groaning with the nauseating pain of jumping out of bed on unsure footing.

"Oh my god. I'm not even surprised you fucking dumbass."

"Help."

"Just get in the god damn chair."

After clambering into her chair she sanitised her hands before wheeling herself with practised precision out into the woods just outside. She shivered in just a hospital gown, cursing the early January air. This decision looked to worsen the state of her already stupid body but she just needed to get out of that damn hospital. Most importantly she needed to be on her own, possibly the most useless and ashamed Faith had ever felt.

"Thought you'd be here." Brandy's voice startled Faith and she quickly wiped her tears on her arm.

"Go away," Faith said, voice wobbling.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I got you a blanket and a bowl of soup. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing in the freezing cold like this," said Brandy, putting the tray of soup and water on the ground to throw a thick blanket over Faith's stunned face.

"Uh...thanks," Faith hummed, reluctantly taking the tray. She found a neat pair of gloves on it and slowly put them on then spooned the broth into her dry mouth. The steaming warmth spread down her throat and into the rest of her body and she felt as though she hadn't tasted something so good in years.

"it's okay you know?" asked Brandy, watching the wind blow brutally through Faith's hair as she continued to eat. "It's okay that you're not okay."

"I'm fine," Faith said, avoiding eye contact.

"Alright then," she took a seat on a nearby stump and hugged herself, thankfully smart enough to have put a coat on before she left. "But I'm not gonna let you just start walking around like you're perfectly healthy."

"I've never been perfectly healthy," Faith scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"You act like you are."

"I have to."

"Not now you don't."

"Yes I do. What are people gonna think when they see me like this?"

"Not a single one of us hasn't seen you like this."

"Oh so they just don't care?"

"That's not it. Everyone cares, even Julius, that's why he went for you."

"But everyone's just moving on without me now. No one even needs me anymore."

"Faith, that's not true. You're worth more than just a sacrifice."

Faith just sighed and kept eating, eyes fixed on some stray leaf rolling around on the ground.

"You'd never say that about us so why would you say that about yourself?" Brandy stood up and towered over Faith. No response. This was clearly the end of the conversation.

"I'm done," Faith said, putting her spoon down after some time passed.

"Great, let's go back then."

"No, I'm staying here."

"Oh no you're not, you're coming with me," Brandy grinned maliciously, turning the wheelchair around despite Faith's protests. "You're having a shower!"

Faith nagged and shouted but had no strength to fight Brandy when she carried her bridal style into the shower room and gently set her down on a stool, undoing her hospital gown. It probably would've been easier to bathe than shower since she found it so difficult to walk or move but a fear of the ocean came with consequences.

She sat on the plastic stool under the shower head, completely naked and in need of a shave but probably not today. The water was cold, then hot, then just right, and she soon welcomed the warmth embracing her. All protest melted away at the feel of loving fingers in her hair massaging her scalp. The soft wash cloth saw no complaint as it gently washed down every surface of her body.

Afterwards, she was dried off in the bathroom, wrapped in white robes as Brandy brushed through and blow dried her hair with great care. She was brought to the sink where she could brush her teeth before changing into a clean hospital gown and being carried back to her hospital bed.

"There you go - warm, clean and full on tasty food now," Brandy sang, pecking Faith's forehead.

"Thanks Brandy. And sorry about earlier, I promise I'm really okay now," Faith said, cheeks still pink from the warmth of the shower. Brandy knew she still wasn't really okay but knew better than to kick up a fuss about it. Faith stretched, head no longer pounding. "Alright, I think I'm ready for visitors now. Let everyone in!"

Thank you for reading, I am very proud of this!! ^^

[milkmaidovich]

You ever love art so much you impulsively write a thousand words at 10pm on a Tuesday night?

AO3:

I Like The Way He Smells

Rated E

Tags: Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Armpit Kink, Scent Kink, Hand Jobs

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🌶 Warning--Spice Ahead🌶

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Ian's been like this as long as he can remember.

From the early days of hidden magazines and clandestine (and entirely inappropriate, he can admit now) hookups with Kash, Ian's been obsessed with knowing how someone smells.

Not the regular smells, the laundry detergent that clings to their clothes, or the shampoo and soap stuck to their skin, no, he wanted the real smell, the scent of their body in the most secretive places, where the very essence of them gathered over the course of a day, a night, lingering in the crevices.

The first time he got up close and personal with Mickey, got a noseful of the tang that was sharp and strong and intoxicating, he’d been hooked. Knew he'd never smell anything better than the pungent, salty musk that was Mickey Milkovich at his most basic elements.

It freaked Mickey as Ian buried his nose in the crease of Mickey’s groin on a hot July night. “Fuck you doin?” He'd pushed at Ian's head, tried to dislodge him by force, cheeks heating in what Ian could only guess was embarrassment.

“Smell so fucking good, Mick,” he’d breathed, the hot, humid air from his words only making everything stronger, more heady. He scraped his face all over the coarse black curls, scenting himself like a cat, wanting to carry this back home with him, smell it while he fell asleep.

“Freak,” had come the hesitant reply, though tentative fingers did their best to wind through the brutally short hairs on the top of Ian's head, tacit allowance for him to continue his nuzzling.

He'd licked along the groove of Mickey's thigh, salty sweat and the unnameable, unquantifiable, inimitable taste of Mickey bursting across Ian's taste buds, making his mouth water, making him moan and whine and grip so tightly at Mickey's hips he left his fingerprints behind, little purpling ovals of desire inked into Mickey’s milk-white skin.

Mickey made sounds Ian had never heard after that, when Ian put all that saliva to good use, taking Mickey into his mouth and down his throat, nose pressed deep into the wild untamed thicket at the base of Mickey's cock, breathing deep around his mouthful, memorizing the way the scent of his love mixed with the air of the South Side on a hot summer night.

It never changed, over the years, his need to know the smell of his lovers, the taste of their sweat, the feel of rough hair against his tongue, but no one ever compared, no one ever even came close to Mickey.

There was something about the way he had a whole timeline, too, the way Mickey's scent had changed and evolved as they grew up, grew older, had regular access to uninterrupted utilities and left the dregs of overactive puberty driven hormones behind. It was fucking special and personal and something that made him tear up when he thought about it too hard, about how far they've come together, how much they've been through to get here.

Today, he snagged Mickey around the waist as they wandered toward their bathroom, a shared shower their favorite way to start their day. “C’mere,” he murmurs, spinning his husband in the circle of his arms, burying his nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling, groaning, inhaling again.

Mickey smiles,soft and fond, used to Ian and his proclivities by now. “Like a fuckin’ bloodhound, loverboy,” and it's all affection, the tone of his voice and the scritch of his fingers through Ian's sleep-mussed curls. “We gonna do this till we both smell like mothballs and fixident?”

Ian rumbles, only half-acknowledging that Mickey even said something, one long-fingered hand trailing down to his husband's wrist, his hand, toying briefly with his rings like he always does before lifting Mickey's arm above his head.

Mickey laughs, head tilted back in enamored resignation. “Alright, alright,” he sighs, the way his body leans belying his long-suffering attitude. “Go on then.”

Ian’s grin is smug, is almost feral, triumphant as always when he rubs his face across Mickey's armpit, the sweet sleep-sweat smell of him heady and rich. He presses his body close, make sure Mickey can feel just what this is doing to him, how much it's doing for him, rutting slowly along the crease of Mickey's hip.

He opens his mouth, tongue slow and languid as he licks at the coarse hairs, hips pressing harder now that Mickey's body is responding, hard and leaking against Ian's own.

“Smell so fucking good, Micky,” he mumbles, high on the aroma surrounding him. “Fucking love how you smell, baby, fuck.”

Mickey's breath is hitching, sweet little whines building in his throat, arching his back to press his armpit harder against Ian's face. ���Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck, Ian, please.”

It's almost automatic for Ian to wrap his free hand around them both, lining their cocks up, both leaking profusely, slicking the way and making the slide so easy, so perfect Ian knows it won't take either of them long.

He sucks, tongue working over the rough hairs he's still got his mouth on, leaving a sloppy wet mess as he moves, repositions, moaning loud, breathing hard, desperate to have this smell in his nostrils for the rest of the day, the rest of his life .

It feels like no time could have possibly passed before Mickey is chanting, “now now now now,” and tensing, crying out, digging his nails into Ian's bicep as his climax overtakes him.

Ian shudders at how impossibly slick everything becomes, and the very thought of Mickey’s come marking him up, scenting him like this tips him over the edge. He comes with a grunt, Mickey's name a garbled mess from his open mouth, his chin spit-slick, his cheeks wet and raw, brain pleasantly blissed out and off-line.

After a few perfect, endorphin-filled minutes, Mickey brings his arm down, cutting Ian off and breaking his reverie. “Ay. C’mon, my arm’s gettin’ tired and you owe me a shower.” He looks down pointedly, the mess of their combined release drying on his stomach. “Someone made a mess of me.”

Their laughs echo off the bathroom walls as Ian picks him up and tosses him over his shoulder, apologizing for making such an unwelcome mess, how inconsiderate of him, and not for the first time Ian thanks the universe or fate or whatever it is that gave him this, gave him Mickey, gave him the joy of being known so intimately and accepted so completely that this is a common way for them to start their day, that Mickey is as into all of it as Ian is.

“Love you,” he whispers, mouth against Mickey's ear, pressed close while they wait for the water to warm.

Mickey leans back, preening under the attention, smiling wide and easy. “Yeah yeah,” and it's teasing, affectionate, no bite to it whatsoever. “You just love the way I smell.”

🌶 SOUTHSIDE SPICE (AO3) 🌶

i like how he smells (8/?)

[demigoddessqueens]

Could you write something with Kashaw meeting a shy member of VM and eventually they slowly become friends that turns into something else? ❤

Awww! Kashaw deserves a lil love as a treat

And this is my first request for him

Obviously you meet him in Vasselheim with the group

Of course he’s all rough to the others but then he sees you…

“Well, why didn’t they mention how cute you were?? Of course we’ll help now!”

Cue Zahra and VM making a face 😝

If you’re into it, yeah Kash can be super touchy flirty. If you’re not, ok he can respect that.

Every time he and Z always cross paths with you, it’s constant flirting all the time!!

And if he tries to kiss you?? Good luck NOT getting interrupted by everyone else

The most random nicknames, and it’s always something about you that he finds cute, mostly related to your aesthetic and/or abilities

“Sparkles, freckles, magic hands, etc.”

Of course, while looking for the Death Ward armor and stuff (fighting Z’s monster) he’s super protective towards you and you’re safety is his first priority

Though the brief visit is cut short, he can’t leave yet without giving you the biggest, passionate kiss. Yeah, he’ll miss you.

“Hate to see you go, but love watching you leave” kinda vibe

[unjustgalaxy]

KNIGHT AU LINTROLLER ANYONE?im very crazy about it i was supposed to go to sleep early today, but now it's almost 5! atleast u can tell i had fun writing it  ts just a silly short little thing... as im still getting used to writing characters that aren't mine... but yeagh :))

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Vaxleth + 29

"Something silly"... like making a casino regret making his girl feel bad lol

29. doing something silly to cheer them up i was actually inspired by last night's episodes to write this!

Something is wrong with Vax. They just survived a hell of a fight with a murderous herd of barbarians, one of whom was wielding a pretty gnarly Vestige, but he's not joining in on all the fun. Keyleth watches him watch everyone else, his arms crossed and his face expressionless.

She wants to ask Vex for advice, but Keyleth is pretty sure that Vex isn't a big fan of her and Vax getting any closer than they already are—not that they're particularly close or anything. Sure, Vax said he was in love with her. But people say all sorts of things when facing down a horde of zombies and almost certain death! And besides, she made an absolute fool of herself when Kash was around, and there's no way he didn't notice that.

Oh gods, what if that's why he won't come sit with them? He made a grand confession and she repaid him by blushing like a schoolgirl the minute someone else was nice to her. But then, he was so kind in the Feywild, especially after she fucked up that spell, so he can't have been that upset, could he?

She takes a long swig from her tankard. She is not nearly drunk enough.

She lets Pike ply her with more ale, eager to be out of her own head, and it doesn't take long for her plan to work. Her thoughts are pleasantly loose and swimmy, and she can gaze across the tavern at Vax without spiraling out of control.

At one point, Vex lets out an uproarious laugh at something Pike says that Keyleth definitely doesn't hear, and Vax turns to look their way. He meets Keyleth's eyes, and her reflexes are far too dulled to pretend she hadn't been ogling, so instead she tries to cheer him up. She stirs up what magical energy she can muster to grow her two front teeth, turn her nose into a round little button, and sprout two long, floppy ears from the top of her head. She grins with her strange half-rabbit face, sticking her tongue out at him, and her heart flips when she sees him chuckle to himself.

"Oi, what the fuck?"

Keyleth turns to see Pike and Vex staring at her in horror and disgust.

"You're like some fucked-up science experiment," Vex says, leaning away from her.

"I try not to be preachy," Pike adds, "but that is just unholy."

Keyleth deflates, letting her rabbit features shrink back to her normal ones. "Sorry, I was just trying to..." She trails off when she sees that once again, Vax has resumed his stoic observation of the tavern.

"Give us nightmares?" Vex supplies, sliding another tankard her way. "Drink up, Kiki. Pike wants a recounting of what happened in the Feywild and I would like to be blackout for it."

Keyleth accepts the drink and tosses one final glance toward Vax before beginning a slurred recollection of their interplanar adventures.

[pushingdaisies1]

Request: “Eeeeeeeee im so excited for the next season of vox machina would you write something with Kash who has a crush on someone who is typically cheerful and shy? how he would confess to them? I just think it would be funny for him to have an s/o like that considering hes so grumpy all the time”

❥A/N: I'm so excited also!!! Literally, I can not wait to see what they get up to and what goes down. Of course, I can totally do that! I rlly like the idea you came up with, I feel like that kind of dynamic with him could (AND WOULD ofc) be super exciting. Trigger Warnings: Just some sweet sweet Kash fluff. With me not being very deep in Vox Machina, I tried to do his character the best justice. I really hope I got him down to full detail.

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˚ Oh between you guys, it was definitely a situation of fell first/fell harder. He didn't know how to really poke at this feeling with you. He knew it was different, but he was a little hesitant to dive down into the details.   ˚ Not saying that he didn't like the different feeling, but he didn't wanna tamper with anything. He was tougher and you were softer around the edges. With your antics, you definitely poked through his ruff charismatic shell. 

 ˚ Seemingly, he had a regular side with you. Not more so soft, but he was less cynical. He more indulged in your look on the world and life itself. He really wanted to listen. More comfortable getting into the nitty gritty. Which didn't hit him until later that he was actively falling for you.  ˚ It was all small things really. Smiling lightly at any remark you had, only for but a glimpse. Nicely growing a mutual respect for one another. His cheeks getting a pinch of pink when you both made eye contact, on accident or not. Your dynamic was nice to sink into , he did really enjoy your small talks.  ˚ He was whipped for you and to be honest, he wasn't the slightest bit mad about it. But he didn't want his "reputation" to be tainted (also cause he was a little scared with this confrontation.) So he kept it all down , deeply locked inside of his consciousness.  ˚ It was until one of your little talks , standing around that it all spilled out. He got lost in his thoughts , and standing with you something was kicking at him. He knew what it was but again , didnt want to say anything. But the war going on inside his head stopped , and it was either now or never.  ˚ A long silence simmered between the two of you. He made a very quick glance towards you. Now you both shared an awkward moment of eye contact , it was time to throw caution to the wind. “I like what we have a lot and I really like you , even though I think you have a huge stick up your ass.”  ˚ He took a clump of your shirt and pulled you in for a somewhat messy kiss , which you immediately reciprocated. Jokes on him , you had been pining over him also. Thankfully he made the first move. Any touch was filled with a whole heaping ton of passion and a bunch of nurture.  ˚ Really feeling happy with this choice , your lips parted away. As soon as your eyes met for one more final glance , he made his way out of the room. Not before leaving you with a wink. Your heart could NOT stop pounding after that moment , were you going to have a heart attack?  ˚ With such your cheery attitude , you never really thought this sort of moment could happen to you. This stuff only seemed like the gossip from fairytales , only the luckiest of people fell upon such a graceful feeling. Take this as a goodbye from the caring cleric. Which you did , and you held onto it.  ˚Especially when you and your friends met back up with one-another. Right as soon as Percy realized you were blushing , everything went down hill from there. Everyone erupted into playful bickering , but you couldn't help the warmness that could still be felt on your cheeks. It melted completely too you.  ˚ Even though that kiss seemed like a goodbye , something in you hoped that you would see him again. Maybe you were slowly going crazy , but he made you feel some type of way. You didnt wanna just burry it down in the depths , so after that you continued to stay hopeful.

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

OMG YOU GUYS ARE BAAAACCCKKKK. missed u. so much. hey:) anyways wondering if u had any recs for fics centered around mickey healing / going to therapy etc. i am a sucker for character development. thank u 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Hii, thank you so much <3 Here you go:

In broad-shouldered beasts series Mickey gets to deal with his traumas after he’s released on parole. He does his best to build a “normal” life and a relationship with his son while juggling the scars of his past.

Etherized Against the Sky - A canon-divergent story from 1x09, in which Tony Markovich suspected foul play and coerced an unwilling Mickey Milkovich into revealing the truth about Kash Karib.

You Deserve Good Things - Mickey’s holding down a job as a mechanic, going to court appointed therapy, living in his own place, and maybe even has a friend, until a new parolee walks through the door, bringing with him some of Mickey’s demons that he thought he’d long since buried.

The Words He Doesn’t Say - Mickey is released from prison before Ian and has to attend court-ordered therapy with a shrink that’s probably as grumpy as he is.

What if Mickey Fuckin' Milkovich had a journal - where instead of going to juvie Mickey ended up having to do anger management and write about his feelings in a journal.

There are a couple of fics where Mickey doesn’t exactly goes to therapy but just lets himself get some help, for example:

The Question of Normal - Ian is a prison counsellor and Mickey is an inmate assigned to him. Ian tries to find a way to get him legal help.

Legal help: Our Freedom in My Sight - Mandy Milkovich has been attacked by her father for the last time. She finds the strength to report his crimes and reaches out to her brother, opening up the door for Mickey to return to Chicago in exchange for testimony that could put Terry away for good.

Medical help: Experiential Avoidance - Mickey’s headaches get worse with age, so Ian convinces him to let a doctor look into it.

[you-are-so-much-better-than-that]

Season 1 Episode 6

This episode opens with a recap of the previous episodes, and a moment that…never happened between Ian and Kash, but was included in the recap. And I looked. It’s not even in a deleted scene they gave us. Who edits this shit?? Who writes these lines?? What did Kash say to warrant this response from Ian?? 

Ian’s Queer Education was needed way before Trevor. At least now he knows that gender is a construct.

The episode opens up to Fiona and Steve getting frisky while Debbie makes Carl breakfast. Carl was a really freaky kid. This is him burning his action figures.

Before Steve could finish (his fault--he wasn’t focusing), the lights go out. Fiona runs out to meet Hector, telling him she forgot to pay the bill even though they have it. This is the sort of storyline that makes Shameless great. It honestly doesn’t affect any of the other storylines (Fiona’s stress about Carl, Lip’s SAT stuff, Frank’s bad guy shit, Mickey stealing from the Kash and Grab), but it adds to Fiona’s constant underlying stress to keep this family afloat at all times. And it serves as a reminder that this show at its core is about a very poor American family. Poverty in America! Never forget!

Karen informs Sheila that it’s parents’ night at school. She invites ‘Daddy Frank’, knowing Sheila probably can’t and not wanting Eddie there at all. Frank refuses.

Lip gets a visitor who doesn’t wanna pay full price for a paper--gfy Warren. Ian is emptying out the fridge so the food doesn’t spoil. Fiona is annoyed with Steve because she blames him for distracting her, making her forget to pay the bill.

Linda is back and giving Kash shit for short inventory. Some assholes show up at the Gallagher house. The kids are heading out to school. Carl hands Fiona a note and Fiona says it’s from last Friday and it’s now Wednesday. I’m assuming It’s Wednesday Dec 15th.

The assholes from earlier enter the Gallagher house looking for Frank. Luckily, the Killing Bat is right on the couch. They threaten Fiona because Frank owes them 6 grand. Who gives Frank 6 grand!

Ian, Lip, and Karen are speaking to a potential customer. Sheila uses a VR headset to mimic leaving the house. Fiona finds Frank at the Alibi, obviously, to ask about the assholes that came by the house, and he gives her a bullshit story. She also tells him to show up for Carl’s parent night. He refuses. Is it just me, or does Frank especially suck in season 1?

Anyway, those men show up, too, and scare Frank off right after he proclaims that no one scares Frank Gallagher. Once more, Frank’s ability to hang on to his beer is astounding.

He’s running and drinking at the same time! This should be an Olympic sport! (Heh--timely joke)

Sheila fails at the VR activity. Fiona is in line to pay the electricity bill. Steve is stealing a car. Ian, Lip, and Karen are hanging out in the bathroom smoking and discussing Lip’s rather interesting ideas about mastering the book report. Shoulda used this shit in university. Some of Lip’s previous customers come by to show their gratitude.

Fiona tries to speak to Carl’s teacher and principal. Carl made a papier-mache poop. The teacher isn’t impressed. They’re pretty rude about it. Now these are the kind of educators that should be forced to stay for Saturday detention. Assholes.

Sheila is begging Frank to go to Karen’s parent night. Frank refuses again. Those men come looking for Frank at Sheila’s. Frank escapes while they take their shoes off. They’re criminals, but they respect Sheila’s home, bless their hearts. 

(Quick side note: we see a view of Frank’s shoes and one shoe lace is still different from episode 2. The costume consistency is amazing. If only the timeline was too.)

We find out who’s been stealing from the Kash and Grab and it’s Mickey 😍. I did notice this thing he does. Mickey’s waiting outside the Kash and Grab to go inside. He waits until Linda leaves before he makes his entrance. He’s not there to threaten a woman, which is very Mickey.

Mickey grabs a box of his favourite snackies, and he’s even super helpful with Kash’s inventory.

He’s so fucking cute while stealing. And Ian is even cuter when he’s upset about Mickey stealing. This is Ian’s ‘Mickey is stealing stuff and I’m not happy about it’ face.

We get a flashback of Terry who used to steal from the Kash and Grab. Terry is apparently in prison. Guess he doesn’t stay there long.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I guess Terry and I have one thing in common and that’s our hatred of Kash. 

Anyway, Mickey all but invites Ian to come fuck him on his way out.

Fiona gets the lights back on. Lip writes another SAT test but gets caught. Karen blackmails Frank into going to parents’ night. Linda finds out about Mickey’s stealing shit and takes Ian and Kash shooting under the L. Linda is a very good shot. Kash is not. But Ian--well.

Could you imagine if Mickey were to have witnessed this moment--

--followed by this smirk?

Mickey woulda cum his pants at this little display.

Lip takes a new SAT and gets every question correct. The fact that he is this brilliant makes how he ends up such a tragedy. I get seriously in my feels when it comes to Lip.

Anyway, this educator threatens Lip with bodily harm. Once more, the educators on this show need to find other jobs. Or an anger management class. He’s 16 dude.

Fiona and Lip go to Carl’s school again. These assholes want to kick Carl out. They suggest a lobotomy. And this is one of the nicer things they say about Carl. I hate these assholes. Honestly, I know a lot of teachers, and not a single one would ever say anything like this.

Frank goes with Karen to parent night. The Home Alone robbers wanna be’s find him. Steve comes in and saves the day by sharing a joint with the principal and offering a teacher discount for more weed in exchange for keeping Carl in school.

On the way out, they run into Frank and Karen. The Gallagher kids are heartbroken that he’d show up for Karen and not them. At home, they have an intervention for Carl so that he could stop beating the crap out of all the other kids.

Frank is an asshole and we know it. He never does a kind thing for his kids. And then there’s a scene like this one with Sheila and, he’s so kind to her, especially when it would be easy not to be, like Eddie is. Moments like this are why this show is brilliant.

Steve makes all these promises about how he’s gonna stick around and that Fiona has to stop being so afraid. We know better.

One of Lip’s old customers whose score has been invalidated shows up at the house. He’s unhappy, but Killer Carl saves the day. This kid becomes a cop, guys. A COP.

What a great episode! And to make things very simple for me, this whole episode takes place in one day, and I believe that day is Wednesday, December 15th. Pretty straight forward, I think.

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if you still taking prompts, I wish you could write something about... since Ian's always over-worrying about Mickey's safety, what if he gets a call saying something happened to his husband? maybe Ian's freaking out thinking Mickey could be locked again or hurt so he runs to get him? Thank you!!

Spoiler alert--nothing bad actually happens to anyone in this ficlet.

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Ian is at Whole Foods when the call comes.

They usually go together, Mickey whining about rich privileged fucks and overpriced organic shit but coming anyway to, and he quotes, “make sure you don’t drop our whole paycheck on fuckin’ tomatoes this time.” But Mickey had begged off today, claiming he didn’t feel up to “dealing with those judgmental dicks at the checkout actin’ like cash is fuckin’ dirty”, and Ian hadn’t pushed.

Now he’s wishing he had.

“You need to come now,” Sandy is saying into his ear, voice tinny and thin through the cheap speakers of his second-hand phone.

“Where are you?” Ian asks her numbly. He kneels down on autopilot, picking up the now-bruised oranges he had been holding when she greeted him with the words, “hey, it’s Mickey.” The tile floor is as unforgiving on his knees as it was on the fruit. He turns one of the oranges over in his hand. He had been planning to make Mickey fresh orange juice with that later.

“That little corner store by your apartment, you know it?” Sandy is asking him.

Of course he knows it. That’s were they run to in the middle of the night when they run out of lube, or beer. Where Mickey bought him flowers once and tried to pass it off as an error by the cashier, until Ian found the receipt in the bottom of the bag. Where they take Franny to pick out candy every other Friday when they pick her up from school.

“Yeah,” is all he says. “I know it.”

Then he’s hanging up, and running out of the store, leaving an overturned basket and the handful of oranges on the floor in his wake.

His heart is pounding as he runs toward home. Not toward the apartment—toward Mickey.

His heart is pounding and his legs are churning and his feet are slapping the pavement with every step, chest aching to force air into his lungs. But his brain is moving faster.

He doesn’t know what happened. He should have kept Sandy on the line longer, gotten more of the story, but it only would have slowed him down. But he doesn’t know if Mickey is hurt, or in trouble, or in danger of being carted off to prison again for daring to live his life on parole.

And Ian’s mind has never exactly been his greatest ally to begin with, so it’s no surprise that the scenarios it comes up with as he runs aren’t exactly comforting.

As he rounds a corner, narrowly missing an old woman and her shopping bags, he pictures Mickey injured, collapsed on the floor of the shop, like back at the Kash and Grab when they were just kids. He won’t let anyone near him like that, no one but Ian, and he’s bleeding out onto white tile waiting for his husband to save him.

Crossing the street between cars and ignoring the honks, he pictures Mickey backed into a corner by his father’s cronies, refusing to look for an escape as Sandy frantically tries to call for help. He still doesn’t know how to back down, would never back down from men like that, would never let them take what they have and try to turn it ugly. He’d held a gun to his own father’s face, more than once, but thanks to Ian he didn’t even have one now.

Approaching the shop, finally, only to see the familiar red and blue flash of police cars, he pictures Mickey cuffed to the counter inside, glaring at the officers and spouting curses to the questions they ask. Knowing that despite living clean for over a year, they could take him in any time they wanted, with no more evidence than his last name and his rap sheet.

Ian dashes across the last street, desperate now, only to come to an abrupt halt as soon as he’s close enough to take in the scene.

Because there’s Mickey, all right. Not hurt, not cornered, not arrested.

But stuck.

Ian’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he bends over, hands on knees, to catch his breath and his heart. Mickey is whole, and healthy, and right in front of him. Well, in front of him and up a little, pacing along the edge of the single-story shop roof.

“Hey!” Sandy calls out from the entrance of the store. Ian keeps his eyes on Mickey, who starts at the sound and looks down, gaze quickly finding Ian. He grimaces when he sees him, and starts pacing faster.

“Uh, hey Sandy,” Ian manages, finally looking to her just long enough to take in her shit-eating grin before he’s back to watching his husband. “What exactly is happening here?” The question might come out a little unhinged sounding, but sue him, he’s allowed.

Sandy comes up next to him, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand as she joins him in observing the roof. “Apparently,” she tells him, voice raised enough that Mickey can probably hear, “Mickey here got robbed.”

Mickey can definitely hear, if the finger he throws up toward them is any indication.

“Robbed,” Ian repeats faintly. “On the roof?”

Sandy snorts. “No, you moron, in the store. Some kid swiped his bag on his way out, then went up the maintenance ladder. Mickey followed, but,” she shrugs. “Little fucker started jumping rooftops, and Mickey couldn’t keep up.”

“Uh huh,” Ian says, nodding once. “Okay. So why hasn’t he come back down?”

“Ladder broke,” Sandy offers, and Ian closes his eyes.

“The ladder,” he parrots. “Broke.”

“Yup,” she says, popping the P.

“And your first thought,” Ian continues, “was to call me, and tell me that Mickey was in trouble, giving me a heart attack in the middle of the fucking grocery store, instead of finding another one?” His voice rises until he’s nearly yelling, and when he opens his eyes, Sandy is wincing.

“Um,” she answers. “Sorry?”

Ian just sighs, deflating immediately.

“Mick,” he calls up to his husband.

The response he gets back isn’t even addressed to him.

“The fuck did you call him for?” Mickey shouts down to Sandy instead, finally stopping his incessant pacing. “It was supposed to be a fuckin’ surprise!”

“Well, I am surprised!” Ian yells back. “Thought you didn’t like heights?” That just earns him a middle finger, as expected.

“Why aren’t the cops helping?” Ian asks Sandy at a normal volume, but Mickey catches it and responds before she can.

“Cops ain’t here for me,” he grunts, rubbing at his nose and looking to the side. “Shopkeep called ‘em about the burglary, they got the kid ‘round the other side of the building.”

“What did he steal, anyway?” Ian questions, but Mickey goes silent.

Sandy tells him anyway. “He had a big order come in,” she whispers to Ian. “Told me all about it, had me come help pick it up. Something about some fancy booze and chocolate you like?”

Oh. Ian’s heart, now recovered from its scare, warms.

“Come on, Mickey, come down,” Ian cajoles. He wants to hold his husband.

“Oh, brilliant fuckin’ idea man!” Mickey rants. “Why didn’t I think of that?” He pretends to think for a second, then adds with an overdone gesture, “Oh yeah! Cause I don’t wanna break my fuckin’ neck!”

“It’s one story, Mickey,” Ian points out. “I could probably reach the gutters if I jumped.”

“Yeah, well, not all of us are giant gangly fuckers like you!” his husband shouts back.

Ian rolls his eyes.

“I meant,” he says slowly, “that if you hang down off the edge, I can reach you, dumbass.”

Mickey is silent at that, then promptly sits and scoots so his feet are hanging off the roof.

All the warning Ian gets is “don’t drop me, fuckhead,” before Mickey is sliding down right into his arms, sending them both stumbling backwards until Ian regains his footing.

They stay like that, pressed together from knees to chest, Ian’s arms around Mickey’s waist and Mickey’s looped around his neck, until Sandy coughs from behind them.

“Adorable,” she drawls, and they both flip her off this time. Ian hold Mickey tighter instead, and kisses his hair.

“So,” he whispers into Mickey’s ear, “Sandy scared the shit out of me about this.”

Mickey just hums into his neck.

“I think you might need to make it up to me,” Ian adds. “What’s this I hear about a surprise?”

Mickey pulls back just enough to scowl at him. “Surprise got pinched,” he mutters. “Evidence now or something, greedy pig bastards.”

Ian grins. “I’m sure you can think of something else,” he muses, shifting to that they’re side by side, and starting off in the direction of their apartment. He waves over his shoulder at Sandy, a clear dismissal. “You’ve never lacked for ideas before.”

Mickey sighs, but leans into him as they walk.

“You’re gonna make me buy you fruit again, aren’t you?” he asks, resigned, and Ian thinks of the oranges he had left at the store, and the tomatoes that Mickey liked to tease him about.

“Maybe,” he answers, and smiles all the way home.