#mickey x franny

[sam-loves-seb]

galladrabbles: grazed knees

thanks to @silvanshadow and @galladrabbles for the prompt!

prompt: Grazed Knees -- Snow Patrol

“You’re okay.” Ian watches as Mickey carries a crying Franny in through the back door. “What happened?” “Kid skinned her knees on the sidewalk,” Mickey tells him, setting Franny down on the counter. He pushes her hair back out of her face. “It’s not that bad, but…” “It hurts,” Franny cries. Mickey winces, then kisses the top of her head. “I know.” Ian bends down to catch her eye. “You know what might help?” Franny stops crying just long enough to look at him. “Elsa Band-Aids.” Franny nods as she leans into Mickey’s side. Ian goes to get the box.

[ drabbles | ao3 | etc. ]

[burninface]

It's nearly chinese new year eve so I'm letting everyone eating some chinese food (and american-chinese food)!!

sorry that their coloring styles are slightly different cause I drew them all in different days:(

[milonata]

brainless stupid content

[michellemisfit]

Sometimes it’s nice to take a moment to look back at what you’ve created.

[ohkate]

You wanna have a baby?

[iandarling]

Gallavich at Franny’s PTA meeting

(debbie had to work)

“And the kids want coloured fucking pens ‘aright? None of that chalky pencil shit”

“And more fruit!”

“Yeah, yeah, fruit and berries ‘n shit.”

“We heard the administration got a fancy new water cooler, but the kids gotta drink tap water what’s that about, huh?”

“Fuck if my niece is drinking tap water! What’s the point in paying fucking taxes if you’re not gonna use it right.”

“They need scheduled nap times. We’re tired of a tired five year old.”

“Get some cushions or a blanket or something, let ‘em snore it out.”

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Uncle Mickey's Hair Braiding Adventure

“Franny!” Debbie called, pouring some coffee in a thermos. “Come here so I can do your hair!” Turning back to the pitcher, she said to Mickey, who was seated at the table, “You want some more?” 

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Already had two. Ian’ll have my balls if he sees me have another.” 

“Thought he already had them?” She said idly, a small smirk peeking out. 

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Fuck you and fuck your brother for being in this health kick. If he tries to take me some fucking yoga class, I’ll knock his teeth out and shove them up his ass.” 

“After he shoves his dick into yours?” She said innocently. 

Mickey held up a clear middle finger. 

“Whatever,” she said, unfazed. Taking another mouthful of coffee, she quickly swallowed. “Franny, let’s go!” 

“I’m coming, Mama!” Franny skipped into the kitchen, her hair loose and flying every which way. 

“Sweetie....” Debbie sighed. “Now I have to comb your hair again.” 

“Oops,” Franny said with a giggle. Mickey couldn't help but grin at his adorable niece. 

Debbie didn't think it was so adorable. “Take a seat and I'll be right back, okay?” 

“Okay, Mommy,” Franny watched her go upstairs, immediately barreling into Mickey with a beam. “Hi, Uncle Mickey!” 

“Hi, Franny,” he scooped her up, letting her sit on his knee, one arm around her so she didn't fall off. 

“Mommy says I have to go to school today but I wanna stay with you and Uncle Ian!” She said enthusiastically. “Can I?” 

“You don’t wanna do that, kid,” he had to chuckle at the face she made. “Your Uncle Ian’s real boring. He'll probably make you read or some shit,” he paused. “Or eat broccoli.” 

“Eww!” Franny said loudly. 

“Ay, not so loud,” Mickey tickled her stomach. She squealed, squirming in his lap. “Your boring uncle’s trying to sleep. Don't wanna wake him, okay?” 

Her laughter tapered off, and she leaned back against his chest. “Okay!” 

This was still kind of surreal for him, not just being married to Ian but to have a family that was actually there for each other. Franny meant a lot to him, and it kind of freaked Mickey out at first when she started coming to him for hugs and shit. Wasn’t like he was used to little kids. There’d been Liam when he was much younger but Mickey didn’t interact with him a ton. Back than, his focus was on Ian and ensuring he was cared for. 

Debbie came back down, her footsteps not so light. “Okay, time to do your hair! Do you want one braid or two?” 

Mickey set Franny back onto the floor. But she was frowning, looking back at him. 

“Can Uncle Mickey braid my hair?” She said to her mother instead. She looked between the two of them with big, hopeful eyes. 

“Huh?” Mickey was caught off guard by the request. 

Franny placed her hands on his knee, smiling wide. “Can you braid my hair, Uncle Mickey? Please?” 

“Oh. I don't know how to braid, Franny,” he said apologetically.

“But it's easy,” Franny insisted. “Mommy can show you!” 

“Maybe some other time,” Debbie said gently. “We have to get you ready for school.” 

Franny complied, though noticeably disappointed. 

Wasn't like he ever needed to know how to braid hair. Mandy never did any of that shit. If he did know, Terry would've sooner called him a faggot and shot him in between the eyes than let him do it again. 

It shouldn't have bothered him. But Mickey kept picturing the smile falling off Franny’s face. 

“Got you a burger,” Ian said when he came back to the ambulance, handing the bag off to him. 

Mickey was watching his phone screen intently, trying his hardest to follow along. He didn't see his husband staring at him with raised eyebrows. 

“What are you watching?” Ian said curiously. 

Mickey was too engrossed to answer. 

“Are you watching porn?” There was no answer. “Because if you are, it better not be those guys that kind of look like us. I’m telling you, Mick, it’s weird-” 

“Would you shut the fuck up?” Mickey said, exasperated. Ian stopped, glancing over at him. 

“Sorry...” Ian muttered. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Silence fell over the vehicle. Mickey’s eyes never wavered from his screen, while his husband chewed on his burger and fries. 

Then, suddenly, Mickey slammed his phone on the dashboard in frustration. 

Ian jumped. “The fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing!” Mickey snapped, snatching the bag with his burger, angrily eating it. 

“Right...” Ian said in disbelief. “Okay...” 

Mickey tapped his foot on the floor, impatiently waiting for his brother to pick up. 

Finally, finally Iggy answered groggily. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“Bout time you answered my calls, fuckwad,” Mickey kept his voice down so no one would hear him. It was early in the morning before either of them had to go on rounds for their deliveries. The kitchen was quiet, dim with only the light over the sink on. 

“It’s early, man,” Iggy whined on the other line. “Couldn’t you have called at noon?” 

“No, I couldn’t call at noon,” Mickey sneered. “Need you to do me a favor, Ig.” 

“What kinda favor?” 

“Don’t start askin’ question. Just do what I tell you,” Mickey said through grit teeth. “I need you to get a few things for me.” 

He heard Iggy taking a drink, probably a beer. “Ay, I’ll do what I can but it’ll cost you.” 

“Let’s not forget you still owe me for those joints-” Iggy protested by exclaiming they were a birthday gift, but Mickey cut in. “Consider us even.” 

Mickey refused to blush when Iggy brought the supplies, his face contorted into a bewildered expression. 

“You know I don’t care if you’re gay,” his brother started, “but this going full fag, Mick.” 

He grabbed the bag away from Iggy. “Fuck off.” 

As per usual, his brother didn’t get the hint, always sure to interject his stupidity. “M’serious. Ian know about this? This what you two are plannin’ on doing before you take his dick?” 

Mickey rolled his eyes, looking through the bag to make sure everything was in there. “Get out,” he motioned towards the door. “I don’t want anyone seeing you.” 

But Iggy, as per usual, is hellbent on ignoring his orders. “Where’s my brother-in-law at, anyway? Haven’t seen him for a while.” 

“None of your rucking business, that’s where he’s at,” Mickey shot him a warning look. “Out, Ig.” 

“Ay, I brought you these-” 

Mickey shoved him out before he could finish that sentence. 

It wasn’t like he intended to get caught. But being in the Gallagher household, secrets weren’t always easy to keep. Mickey could only keep his activity up for so long, approximately two hours, because Ian came home from meeting with Larry and caught him in the act. 

The door to their room opened, which Mickey realized he should have locked, and in came Ian, stopping dead in his tracks upon seeing the mannequin heads Mickey was using so he could follow along while watching the videos. 

Neither one of them broke the dead silence at first. They stared at each other, and this was where, in any other circumstances, Mickey would have killed Ian and hid his body where no one would ever find it. 

But he loved the fucker, unfortunately. 

“What is happening?” Ian said slowly. 

“What’s it look like?” Mickey tried to sound indifferent. “I’m learning how to do hair.” 

“...Why?” Ian said, then joked, “planning on growing your hair out?” 

“No, asshole,” Mickey scoffed, dropping his gaze and coughing. “Franny wanted me to braid her hair the other day.” 

“Oh, yeah. Debs mentioned that,” Ian recalled with a smile. Mickey moved one of the mannequin heads so his husband could sit down on the bed. “She said Franny’s been asking her to teach you.” 

“Yeah, well,” Mickey muttered. “Now she don’t have to.” 

Ian smiled as widely as Franny had, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re so damn hot when you’re in uncle mode,” he whispered. 

Mickey was still not used to being complimented like this. He squirmed. “Just don’t wanna disappoint the kid, is all.” 

Ian stared at him for far too long, his expression was tender and it made him even more uneasy. 

“What?” 

“I told you that you weren’t your dad,” Ian kissed his forehead this time. “You’re so much better than him, Mickey, and you don’t even realize it.” 

“It’s just hair, Ian.” 

“It’s not just hair,” Ian shook his head. “You do a lot for Franny. Freddie too. And Liam-” 

“You gonna get to the point anytime soon, Gallagher?” 

Ian continued as if he hadn’t said anything, “I don't think sixteen year old Mickey would have learned how to braid hair to make his niece happy. He wouldn’t drop everything to help his brother-in-law on a project. And he definitely wouldn’t be excited about showing his baby nephew his favorite action movie.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Mickey muttered, remembering how he’d talked to Freddie the whole time, pointing out all the best parts of the movie. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Ian shrugged, then smiled again. “Mickey, I don’t care if we never have kids. Watching you with them is enough for me.” 

Ian scooted himself beside Mickey, his back against the wall, one arm over his husband to pull him close. 

“Yeah, well the rugrats ain’t so bad,” Mickey leaned in, feeling Ian kiss the top of his head. “Better than your annoying ass was back than.” 

“Don’t forget you wanted my annoying ass.” 

“Pretty sure it was the other way around,” Mickey quipped. 

They sat there, quiet, just basking in the moment. 

“So, you getting any good?” Ian asked conversationally. 

Mickey blew out a breath. “Nah. It’s harder than I thought. Tried following along to this chick’s video and she goes too fucking fast.” 

“Why don’t I watch it with you?” Ian offered. “We’ll follow along together.” 

“Figured you already knew how to do this shit,” Mickey remarked. 

“Nah. Fiona usually did it. Or Lip.” 

“Course Phllip knows how.” 

“He did it whenever Fi was too busy,” Ian said. “Didn’t you or your brothers ever do Mandy’s hair?” 

Mickey gave him a look like he was crazy. 

“Never mind.” 

Ian did as he suggested; with Mickey’s phone they watched endless tutorials together so he’d have a better grasp at it. Both of them worked on the mannequin heads, going for simple hairstyles that they could get the hang of quickly. It was frustrating at first, whenever Mickey would knot the hair up while trying to get it to twist but eventually, he was able to do it flawlessly. 

That night, while laying in bed side-by-side, Ian said, “Franny’s gonna be really happy tomorrow.” 

“Yeah,” Mickey murmured. 

“Hey, Mick?” 

“What?” 

“Where’d you get the heads anyway?” Ian said, curiously. 

When Mickey said nothing, Ian pressed. “Mickey...” 

“I might’ve had Iggy steal them from Tami’s hair salon....” 

Ian just sighed in exasperation. 

“Franny, come down here,” Debbie called up the stairs the next morning. There was no sound, no movement coming up from there at all. “Uncle Mickey’s going to do your hair if you get down here in the next five minutes.” 

Franny came barreling down the stairs. Debbie was muttering Jesus under her breath, rolling her eyes at the whirlwind her daughter created. 

“Morning, Little Red,” Mickey greeted. “You ready?” 

“Yeah!” Franny exclaimed. 

She jumped into the chair, squealing excitedly. Mickey chuckled, and told her she’d have to sit still so he could work. 

Debbie watched them with faint amusement. “If I knew Uncle Mickey was the answer to keeping you still, I would’ve had him doing it a while ago.” 

Mickey flipped her off above her daughter's head. 

[starry-nights-17]

So I'm at home sick at the minute. Thinking about starting a new multi chapter fic, which inspired this drabble. But my heads not up for writing more than 100 words right now 😂👍 Anyway, hopefully you guys like it. No. 2 for this weeks prompt, "Real estate". @suzy-queued @galladrabbles ❤

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Can't believe this is actually happening".

Ian's voice wobbled and cracked with emotion. As much as Mickey appreciated his strong and unwavering spirit, he equally adored his husband's mushy and sentimental side too.

And he was right. Never in his wildest dreams would Mickey have ever pictured this, standing in the living room of their own home, paid for with honest money.

"Uncle Ian, can I pick out my room now?"

Mickey felt his heart melt a little, as Franny slipped her tiny hand into Ian's.

"Course you can sweeheart".

Ian smiled, stretching out his other hand, "You coming Mick?"

[em-harlsnow]

i just can’t stop thinking about Franny as a teen getting a boyfriend/girlfriend and taking them to meet her uncles.

so she’s like 15 and her partner’s already met Debbie. now, meeting Franny’s mother (single mother, so they’re UNBELIEVABLY close) was scary enough. they don’t think it’s gonna be that bad meeting the uncles, even tho Franny talks about them constantly. they don’t really realise who her uncles are.

see, Milkoviches are a very overpopulated species. there are definitely a few hanging around Franny’s public school, causing trouble. Franny’s partner (i’m gonna call them Alex for time sake) thinks it’s a little weird that the Milkoviches never bother neither Alex or Franny much, but doesn’t think much of it.

Franny takes Alex to Ian and Mickey’s house (not the Westside flat) She has Fred and her other cousin in tow (because ofc they all go to the same school) and they’re going to have dinner and maybe swim for a bit. Franny wanted to take the L because she’s 15 now and is able to find her own way, thank you very much.

They’re walking in this crappy neighbourhood and Alex sees a guy sitting on the steps of one of the houses. He has aggressive knuckle tattoos and a lit cigarette in hand. He doesn’t notice them, but he looks kind of scary. Alex severely hopes this is not Franny’s uncle. Of course, then Franny’s calling out ‘Mickey!’ and the brunette is instantly turning to greet her. He hugs Franny and Fred and Fred’s sibling. Then, he looks Alex up and down. Franny orders him to be nice, which does not calm Alex’s quickly rising nerves.

Alex remembers what Franny made them rehearse, and says something like ‘hello Mr Gallagher, nice to meet you’. Mickey scoffs, but smiles a little at the politeness. Mickey corrects the surname ‘it’s Milkovich, but thanks - and call me Mickey.’ And suddenly Alex is a little more scared because Alex has met Milkoviches and heard a lot about them. Mickey is clearly protective of Franny and does not look pleased to have Alex here. Franny drags them all inside and a tall ginger - who Alex assumes is her other uncle - greets Alex much more warmly. Ian swings Fred around and scruffs Franny’s shorter hair, then pulls his husband in by the shoulders. ‘cheer up, you’re so grumpy’ he says.

Ian gets a loving ‘fuck off’ in reply but they stay close. They finish making dinner together and Ian regularly tells Mickey to ‘be nice to Alex, Mick’ because he keeps grilling them about how they do in school, their friends, everything. Franny tells Mickey about how Little Danny Milkovich - who Alex discovers is Mickey’s nephew, who he sees a bit but not as much as Fran and Fred and his sibling (who i can’t be bothered to name), and Iggy Milkovich’s son - threw an empty plastic water bottle at Alex’s head last week. Franny tells Mickey how when she threatened to send Mickey to talk to Iggy about it, Danny immediately apologised. Mickey finds it funny, because as much as he would never hurt the little Milkovich kid, he’s scarier than Iggy and a stern voice can be very intimidating. He would not have it if anyone did anything to his Ginger Gallaghers.

Alex leaves with a new-found respect for Franny as they did not realise she stood up for them against the little Milkovich terror and remains slightly afraid of Franny’s overprotective uncles.

[spacerockwriting]

Galladrabbles: Explicit Content

So thank you @ohkate and @galladrabbles for this weeks prompt. This week we've got some Uncle Gallavich. For reference, Benji is Franny's best friend. A dirty kid much like Ian's beloved Mickey.

Explicit Content

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“Harder, you like that, don’tcha pussy?”

Mickey’s eyes widen at the words he hears, looking over at his husband. “You wanna tell ‘em to shut the fuck up…?”

Ripping the door open, Ian winces. “Benji, what the fuck?” Ian shouts. Mickey runs up the stairs and sees his good beads in the hands of the redhead fourteen-year-old.

“I’m up to two,” the dirty haired boy replies.

“My beads,” Mickey whines. “Ian, those were the good ones. I’m gonna have to fuckin’ burn ‘em now.”

“We were just—”

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Ian says. “Benji, just go the fuck home.”

[tsuga-of-mars]

Galladrabbles - uncle doughnuts

This week's @galladrabbles for the prompt pressure, uncle time

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Gallagher family dinner, relatively uneventful

... until Franny speaks up

"Okay I picked!" standing on her chair

"Picked what honey?" Mom looks confused

"Who's coming to school breakfast"

She scans each of her uncles' faces, did she pick them for 'doughnuts with daddy' ?

Uncle Lip, but he's already a daddy, and not hers

Uncle Carl, but he's a cop

Uncle Liam, but he'd insist on dressing up

Uncle Ian, but he'd tell her not to eat too many

Uncle Mickey, Yes!

"Uncle Mickey!"

All eyes on him, and Ian's stupid grin

It's a lot of pressure, but it's Franny

"Heck yeah"

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

@gallacrafts !!

This months theme #25 is Mexico!

I made them a miniature beach spot in a margarita glass!

They have a nice umbrella to rest under and not burn burn under, they have seashells they collected, oceanic activities, and DRINKS!

[burninface]

Family UNO Night

Mickey: "Use reverse firecrotch, I have a draw 4 for Lip." Ian: "🤨How did you know that I have reverse?!" Mickey: "Didn't. But you just told me😏."

[hell-yeah-stargazer-lilies]

I just posted part 2 of Mickey's Online Shopping Finds: St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day (2679 words) by hell_yeah_stargazer_lilies Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher/Tami Tamietti Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Tami Tamietti, Freddie Gallagher, Debbie Gallagher, Frances "Franny" Gallagher, Liam Gallagher (Shameless US), Carl Gallagher Additional Tags: St. Patrick's Day, Online Shopping, Husbands, Humor, Sexual Humor, Family Bonding Series: Part 2 of Mickey's Online Shopping Finds Summary: Mickey continues his online shopping spree by buying St. Patrick's Day shirts for himself and all of the Gallaghers.

[michellemisfit]

Round 12 of the @shamelessbigbang is kicking off today. LETS GO!! 🙌

@flamingbluepanda - It was a true pleasure being your artist for waste my time <3

Thank you @whaticameherefor for making this Big Bang happen in spite of bumps in the road.

— Materials: Tinted Charcoal —

"What should I draw?" He asked, because sure, he'd doodled some shit, but never with a kid.

Franny debated this question. "Zombies," She announced decisively, then nodded and turned back to her own paper.

Well, okay then. Ian wasn't lying, this kid was awesome.

Mickey hunkered down and drew Him, Ian, and Franny fighting some zombies.

Also on AO3 (for better quality)

[ohkate]

The Upside of Losing

So excited to be part of @galladrabbles anniversary! Many thanks to @energievie and @look-i-love-u for all their hard work (and to @suzy-queued for her bitchin' artwork!) and to all the prompters who help us writers exercise our writing muscles every week. Word Count: 100

I got: PING PONG!

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Ian swirled the paddle in his hand. "Stop stalling, loser. Serve." "I don't like this psycho-Army-drill-sergeant-levels-of-competitive-Ian." "I've known you long enough. You're shit-talking doesn't work on me. Stop trying to get out of our bet." "Hey, Milkovich's don't welch. But can't I just suck your dick like a normal person?" "Dancing. Tomorrow night. 10pm." "I could just beat you to death with this paddle. Be done with it." "Then you'll be dancing with a corpse--but I'll still win."

Truth-be-told, a night out with Ian groping him to music sounded pretty good.

Mickey may have missed the ball but--he still won.