#no prison for mickey

[jessij1997]

Because @millennium-time-machine has this gorgorus prompt for @galladrabbles, here is a third 100 words!

🍁🧡Autumn🧡🍁

The autumn mist settled over Chicago, just as the wet blanket settled over Ian's mind. But that didn't stop him from shuffling up the porch steps of the Milkovich house.

The figure lay under Mickey's blanket, between empty beer cans and full ashtrays. He turned around and looked him straight in the watery eyes.

"Sorry. I'm late."

He had hoped that Mickey would forgive him the breakup. He hadn't expected Mickey to slide aside and lift the blanket.

"The cops were at our house. Sammy is dead."

"I know."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't-"

"I know."

"Love you too."

"I know."

[isthatmickey]

possessive + ian gallagher

[opheliaandthesun]

What must have been Mickey's thought process to get Ian's name tattooed on his chest? Like yes Mickey loves him, and its super sweet that he got his name tattooed over his heart. But also, this was directly after being broken up with and locked up for accidental attempted murder.

Mickey Milkovich spent most of his life repressing his feelings, trying to hide who he was and almost lost everything (he married Svet to make his dad happy and Ian left because of it). Then over the last year or so (shameless time is confusing), he finally started letting himself do what he wanted cause he couldn't lose Ian again. He came out for him. He chased him around and defended him and took care of him.

And then Ian breaks up with him, saying he doesn't want to be a burden and doesn't believe Mickey can really love him. So, in prison, arguably a very dangerous place where being vulnerable is pushed to the back in order to survive, this guy that has been raised by wolves. Who's been taught his whole life that feelings are girly, or gay. That caring is weak. Decides to get himself a tattoo of his lover's name over his heart.

I can't even express the agony I feel for S5/S6 Mickey. This boy opened the floodgates of feelings, by asserting to Ian, to himself and to the world that he is in fact gay and he loves this boy. And then he's rejected and thinks. I'll show him. He doesn't believe I love him enough? Well your name is literally on my heart, dumbass. The unshakeable, or maybe very shaky, hope that he could somehow fix it. That they could get over this, the mania and the breakup and the 8 year sentence, if he could just find a way to show Ian that he is really committed. That he isn't denying it anymore. Because they always made it back together before. Even when Mickey was busy being an asshole, Ian always persisted and they made it back to each other. When Ian lost hope and ran, Mickey found him and brought him home. Maybe they could get over this too, he just needed to show him that he is IN this. "Will you wait for me?" FUCK OFF

Mickey Milkovich I want to give you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.. This is what I means that Ian fell first but Mickey fell harder. Cause when he let himself fall, like truly come to terms with his feelings and let them run wild, he really fell. And splattered all over the floor.

Anyway... S10 Mickey punching Ian in the face for backtracking on committing to him and Bridezilla Mickey make me so happy. He still loves him with the same intensity but now he knows what he deserves, too.

If anyone has fic recs that is just Mickey's perspective and inner thoughts thoughtout the series I would love that.

[spicy-buttfuck]

you are free now. freer than you've ever been.

it's scary, huh?

you can drink, you can swear, you can be gay if you want.

you can find out being gay isn't really your fit, but you were free to try.

or maybe it is, and now you can kiss anyone.

you can try on clothes they never let you before.

you can be angry, you can carry a knife.

you can be loud, you can carry flowers.

you can be mean. you can be kind. you can deny god and all He was.

you can spend a quiet evening at home, you can have sex.

you can love yourself and hate yourself and do anything.

you don't have to give a single shit about "family values."

you can be anything.

you are free.

you are freer than you've ever been.

freer than they ever wanted you to be.

[ID: A animation of Mickey Mouse staring forward above the camera with a cloudy blue sky in the background, the lines moving slightly as the sun reflects off his pupils. His expression is awed and maybe a little frightened. He has white shorts and a black and white tall cap. End ID.] courtesy of @describe-things

[rockhousejai]

He’s our now boys

Treat him well

Happy new year btw

[iandarling]

I know in most fics Ian and Mickey have passionate reunion sex their first night in prison, and while I 100% believe they would, I wonder if their first night might’ve looked a little different

Watching Ian prepare for prison, learning how to stay safe, where to eat and who to talk to, saying goodbye to his whole family, bracing himself for a new life is stressful

I can only imagine how stressed he would be in this new, dangerous, environment. He is totally alone, the new guy who is publically gay (prisoners have access to the news), and ginger to boot

We know Ian sometimes struggles to sleep, and so I imagine Ian probably struggled to sleep properly through the night leading up to prison - let alone his first night inside

But then Mickey shows up

Mickey is there. And they are cellmates and everything will be alright.

Mickey, who has spent months in Mexico working for a cartel, dealing drugs and overall not making good decisions, does something so brave and romantic as turning himself in, just to keep Ian safe

Mickey must’ve been tired too. He’s been dealing with the feds, travelling from Mexico back to Chicago, getting a good deal, all while not knowing if Ian would even want to see him - or what mental state he is in

They’re tired. They don’t have sex.

Instead, Ian crawls into Mickeys tiny bottom bunk, sleeping next to the wall (Mickey prefers having a clear view of the door), holding each other as tightly as possible.

It should be uncomfortable how tight Ian has his arms wrapped around Mickey, but he doesn’t care. He needs it. Craves it. Loves it.

Sure, Mickey was secretly hoping for a little action, if not full-on banging a handjob would be nice - but he also loves this.

Just them. Close together, breathing each other in as they finally get to lower their guard.

Mickey turned his head slightly to steal a kiss from Ian, but to no avail. Ian is dead to the world, nose pressed deep into the nape of his neck, having spent a good few minutes just smelling his skin. Creep.

Ian finally gets his person back, and Mickey finally feels safe.

The mattress is too thin, there is just one pillow, and the bunk beds are not designed for two fully grown muscular men; but Ian is finally able to sleep trough the whole night not having a single nightmare, and Mickey is able to feel safe for the first time in months

Yeah, they’re in prison and everything gonna suck for a while, but they’re together and that’s all that matters

[casey-ackkat]

Prison Boyfriends 🧡🔒🧡

This @gallacrafts theme stirred my artist!Mickey feels because the first prison association was the drawings on the walls of their cell!

A thing that canonically happened, but was never shown to us. Mickey sketching Ian to pin the picture on the wall of their cell. Such an intimate moment that was snatched away from us. So, there you go, your weekly doze of Mickey's hands + prison gallavich + Mickey's sketching skills + a one-shot of this scene✨

A few days into their shared prison sentence in the Beckman Correctional Facility Mickey finally gets a hold of a sketch book and some pencils.

The plan was to get them earlier, before Ian arrived, so that he could pass the time directing his mind and hands into something... productive. His reputation and general demeanor quickly earned him the respect needed to purchase certain harmless objects from the real world. But, of course, the delivery took a while.

So his set of graphite pencils and a plain black sketch book end up in his hands a little later, with Ian already sprawled on the bunk above him, napping peacefully.

Mickey pays the discussed fee and studies the supplies for a few moments before putting them down in the pile of their other belongings. He doesn't use them for a while. He and Ian have things much more interesting than drawing on their minds. So many years spent in denial, in hiding, full of doubts and fears - it's only fair that now that they're finally together, locked in the same room, they fuck like rabbits at any given chance.

Mickey doesn't have enough free time to pick up the drawing kit for a couple of weeks.

The first time he actually wants to do it though, it's when the two of them are lying on his lower bunk, Mickey on his back with Ian curled up on top of him. The younger boy is relaxed and comfortable, ear pressed to Mickey's chest so that his head rises and falls with each of his boyfriend's breaths.

Mickey runs his fingers through Ian's dyed hair and massages his scalp gently. His eyes travel up and down the expanse of Ian's toned arms, perfectly shaped shoulders and biceps, the way his huge palm rests on his waist possessively.

He's gorgeous and if Mickey could he would take a picture. But he can't. Or can he?

"Come on up, Gallagher," he says softly. He makes a move to sit up himself as he ushers the man up and pushes him away slightly. Ian's features strain in concern.

"Why? What's wrong?" He rubs his hand that has fallen asleep. They were cuddling for way too long and Ian's left arm was under Mickey the whole time.

"Wanna do something," he mutters cryptically and twists his body to rummage through their stuff next to his bunk. "Stand up."

Ian obeys, reluctantly tearing himself away from the warmth of his partner, and gets up. He adjusts his prison robe as he stands there awkwardly, waiting for Mickey to explain what's going on. The dark haired man glances at him.

"Nah, man, take that shit off." He nods at Ian's chest and all of it falls into places in Ian's head.

He smirks and shrugs off the top of his yellow jumpsuit and quickly discards his wife-beater, tossing it on his top bunk. Mickey is still turned away, so he licks his lips as he leans forward to grab his chin and make the man look at him.

Mickey opens his mouth to protest, but Ian shuts him up with a deep kiss. His body reacts immediately, heart speeding up, but he manages to pull away with a chuckle.

"Not for that, you, horny bastard," he breathes out with a smile and gently pushes Ian's confused face away.

"Then what is it you want?" He asks dubiously, settling down next to Mickey's thighs with a sigh.

His boyfriend's gaze measures him up and sighs. Ian fucking Gallagher is really a sight to behold.

"Been meaning to do something forever," he mutters and grabs his drawing equipment, biting his lip tentatively.

Ian just blinks at him as the man leans against the wall behind him, pulls his knees closer to himself. He opens the sketch book and places it on his thighs, a pencil between his fingers.

"Oh," he nods slowly and Mickey sneaks a quick glance at him.

"This okay?"

Ian gulps and scratches his temple. "Yeah," he nods a few times again. "Yeah, Mick. Of course."

He gets off the bunk bed and takes a step back to give Mickey a chance to take a good look at him.

"How do you want me to-?"

Mickey bites his lip some more as he thinks about the pose. "Hands up in the air."

Ian frowns and lifts them up awkwardly, his stance resembling a 'put your hands where I can see them' situation, making Mickey roll his eyes.

"Not like this, I'm not about to shoot you, Red," he chuckles.

"Then tell me what you want to see," Ian shrugs.

"I want-" he cuts himself short, breath catching in his throat. There wasn't anything specific in his mind until Ian asked and now... Well, now there is.

"What?"

"Put them up like... Like when you danced for me," he breathes out and Ian blinks a few times at him before lifting his hands and placing them behind his head.

"Like this?"

Mickey nods abruptly and adjusts the grip on his pencil. Yeah. That definitely works perfectly. His arms on display, torso out in the open and his beautiful face.

None of them breaks the silence for the next few minutes as Mickey sketches the outlines of Ian's broad chest, his toned arms and the shape of his face.

He takes his time and studies every curve of his boyfriend's body. Not out of necessity, no. He's pretty sure he knows the way his man is built. Seen him change from a lanky teenager into a beefy grown up. Has been tracing every inch of his skin with his lips for the last few months almost on a daily basis.

He remembers every single dip of his body, every beauty mark. Freckles are hard, these are countless. Still, he does his best at memorizing the patterns they form.

He studies Ian's body just because he can. He can and he wants to and the way Ian is looking at him right now is totally worth it.

It doesn't take long for Mickey to finish the drawing. It's not like he was going to create the most detailed artwork. It's been a while since he practiced drawing bodies and his skills are rusty, but he hopes he's good enough to do Ian justice anyways.

"All done," he says and tosses the pencil away as Ian moves to sit on the bed beside him. He reaches out to pull the sketch book towards himself and his lips part.

"It's incredible," Ian mutters, eyes wide as he takes in the drawing before looking up at Mickey. He's biting his lip nervously, somehow feeling extremely vulnerable in the moment. "You're incredible."

Mickey huffs out a short breath and shakes his head. "It's... whatever." He avoids his lover's gaze, but Ian is not having any of that. He tilts his head back towards him and leans in to press a soft kiss to Mickey's lips.

"You are incredible," he states, not leaving room for argument, and seals it with another kiss. This one is deeper. With more purpose. Making Mickey believe Ian's words.

The next morning Ian jumps off his bunk bed to see the picture attached to the wall on his right. He smiles and traces it with his finger.

It is the first one to decorate their cell, but it's definitely not gonna be the last.

🧡🔒🧡

[lizzybeeee]

DATV explaining the 'Regret Prison'

A REGRET PRISON IS STUPID AND I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING THAT ITS NOT

TL;DR: a prison can serve as a metaphor but it shouldn't be entirely comprised of a metaphor.

From what I understood from what the game gave us: Solas has made a new prison to move the God's too - since bringing down the veil would free them from the Black City. This new prison is separate(?) from the fade or so far removed/contained that bringing down the veil would not compromise it...apparently. We interrupt his ritual, Solas gets sucked into the new prison he made, and the elven gods are free.

When Rook gets kicked into the fade they're physically there - which means it's a physical place in the fade, like how it was a mixture of physical/thought when we entered it in DAI. Which makes sense - the gods are real and living beings, they need to be in a place, there must be some aspect of physicality to it.

Alright, cool, it's a Black City 2.0 - I assume it's better defended to prevent people breaking in/out again?

NOPE.

We get there and it's a 'regret prison'?? It's tied to the regrets of those within it? Composed of regrets??? Solas had to wait for the right moment for Rook to be sufficiently 'full of regret' that they could switch places?

So is the prison tied to Solas's regrets? If so, how can Rook escape? The prison seems to work around the idea that it relies on the regrets of the person it's holding to work - which is how/why Rook was able to be trapped and later free themselves (along with whatever remains of the team apparently being able to do something on their end, not that we hear about it).

WHICH IS STUPID!

Are you telling me the prison intended to hold to megalomaniac elven gods was going to imprison them based on their own regrets? Is Solas assuming that Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain are as self-pitying as he is? They'd break out quicker than Rook did! He made a time out corner for the elven gods to sit in and gave them an out if they reflected on their emotions/regrets or decided that they don't regret what they did. Elgar'nan, a spirit of tyranny, is not going to 'regret' his actions - he is going to justify them by telling himself and others that he knows what's best.

We can come across some of Solas's regrets in the prison if you run around a bit and explore:

Remnant of Failure - talking about the orb from Inquisition.

Remnant of Parting - talking about Mythal

Remnant of Reflection - more vague, talking about the Titans I believe.

So maybe he altered it - maybe he intended the prison to be 'locked' with his own regrets because after a millennia of having a pity party he still can't bring himself to self-reflect and look to the future. But what if Solas died? Or if his guilt lessened - would it diminish the strength of the regret prison?

We already have pre-established lore (though DATV has shown they don't really give a crap tbh) that once the being that has claimed/altered an area of the fade is slain, it's influence diminishes both in and outside of the fade. So if the prison was tied to his regrets then it would require Solas to basically live forever to keep it stable - especially if he brought down the veil and removed the one barrier that kept the world and the fade apart.

Rook and Solas needed some assistance to exit - but it doesn't seem like it was much! Solas used his dagger and Rook just...got out through a fade tear? This is Solas's 'more secure' second prison? It has a worse track record than the Black City! If Rook - who is not an elven god - managed to escape the regret prison what is to stop anyone else from breaking in and out of the prison?

And what did Solas intend to do with the blight - the bulk of which is apparently in the black city?? If bringing down the Veil would free the gods in the black city doesn't that mean that the blight would also be released?! Did he have a plan? Why does he go fully ahead with bringing down the veil at the end if the black city is still there and filled with blight?!

I get it: the 'regret prison' is a metaphor for how Solas holds onto the past and how Rook can move past their regrets and grow. He's trapped by the past - it's a prison. Cool. But this prison is supposed to by a physical place to contain the gods - not just to solely contain Solas. The mission is literally called 'A Cage for Gods'.

The Black City is an actual place that's so far out of reach of anywhere else in the fade that no mage can ever reach it while in dreams - let alone physically, which was only done once and took tremendous effort/blood sacrifices. It made sense - it was cool to see floating in the sky in DAO!

Though it's not said specifically, it's strongly implied that Arlathan is the Black City. You can see in the concept art that floating elven city is exactly the same as the black city in DAO! It's this foreboding thing just lurking in the sky - a constant reminder of the sin that led to the horrors of the blights and darkspawn. A real place with lore and history that also serves as a metaphor for the hubris and destruction of those who call themselves gods and act as tyrants -> for both the evanuris and the magisters.

I WANT TO UNDERSTAND THIS BIOWARE!

WHAT IS THIS KINGDOM HEARTS NONSENSE???!!

[haunted-phantom-student]

Mickey Milkovich is so fucking extra, he gets dumped and can't just get a simple tattoo of the guy's first name in a normal place to reassert his undying devotion, he has to carve the guy's whole goddamn name into his chest so the tattoo and the symbolism can both be seen from space

[jessij1997]

Thanks @gallacrafts for the theme

💛 Prison Boyfriends 💛

Couldn't decide on just one, so I'm dropping them all here.

[gallacrafts]

💛🔐 Theme 45: PRISON BOYFRIENDS 💛🔐

Ok, it is true our boys are very kinky (looking at you S11 ball gag 👀) and could definitely find some fun uses of handcuffs that DON'T require them to submit to law enforcement.

HOWEVER, this month, we're celebrating our favorite delinquents in their yellow jumpsuit era because May's theme is Prison Boyfriends!

Make it cute, make it kinky, make it both if your heart so desires! Whether they're being max degenerates or serving up domestic fluff, we'll take it all.

Posting day for Theme 45 is Sunday 18th May. Please remember to tag #prison boyfriends, #Theme45, #Gallacrafts and don't forget to @gallacrafts so we can admire and reblog!

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: panic

I guess I can't stay away. The @galladrabbles prompt this week is "panic," courtesy of @michellemisfit.

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You slow your hips, frustrated by the fabric bunched between your chests. You make to take off Mickey’s shirt when panic flashes clear across his face, and it occurs to you, suddenly, that you haven’t seen Mickey shirtless since he blew back into your life three days ago. Not once.

You ache at the realization but stay quiet, slipping your hand under the fabric instead and running your fingers up, up—

You bury your head in Mickey’s neck, overcome. The skin above his left pec is smooth, healed, but you feel the scar of your name there all the same.

[blue-disco-lights]

Galladrabbles: Train

Thank you @deathclassic - this prompt is so versatile, makes me want to write five more. 🏷️ @galladrabbles

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Ian’s grateful for this new job, teaching Psychology 101 at Cook County Correctional. He can do good here.

His class are guys finishing up their sentences, working on degrees, preparing for life on the outside. As the group files into the classroom and take their seats, he begins his introductions - his background, the next month’s lesson plan.

The door opens to reveal one more student. 

Fist bumping his friends, swaggering towards a seat in the back. 

“Hey Teach.” 

A smirk. Piercing blue eyes aimed right at Ian. Tattooed hand running through jet black hair. 

Ian loses his train of thought. 

[opheliaandthesun]

"Oh my god Mickey is so violent

Omg Kash was so scared of Mickey

Omg Mickey beat up Ned

Omg Mickey almost shot Frank and Terry

Omg Mickey was gonna torture Sammi

He's so toxic"

Ok, and?

Matter of fact, he should have been even worse! None of those people were actually harmed. Ned got a couple bruises, Sammi passed out from drugs. These fucking pedophiles, abusive assholes and whatever Sammi was (hateful bitch?) all deserved to get shot. Mickey went to prison 3 times for this and didn't even get the satisfaction of actually hurting these people that were messing with him and ian!

[starry-nights-17]

A second drabble, prison based this time.

@galladrabbles

@thepupperino

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In reality, two years wasn't a lot of time. When you're on the outside, enjoying your freedom, time flies.

But on the inside, well, Ian could only imagine it felt like a lifetime. If Terry Milkovich had considered it tough; then how the hell was Ian going to cope?

The boredom was one thing but the fear of the unknown and potential threats at every turn, that's what Ian was stuck on when that cell door swung open.

This was it, the start of his hellish sentence.

But then he turned around, to face his fate.

Blue eyes. Broad grin.

"Holy fuck"

[smittybus22]

Prison of Passion by The BossHoss

This was a great @galladrabbles prompt by @shippergirl121fic based on the song "Prison of Passion" by the BossHoss.

Hope you like it!

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As his chest heaved, he held the tire iron firmly in his grip above his head. He stared down into fretful eyes. 

This boy had come uninvited into his house, voice husky and demanding. The boy who was now in his bed. 

Finally.

Mickey dreamed in this very same bed, fantasies of pale limbs tangling with his. Of finally being the real him, giving in to his forbidden desires. 

The tire iron clanged as it hit the floor, the sound like a prison cell opening. He was free from his prison of passion, free to make his dreams a reality.