#sleepyface????? are you kidding??

[7x10mickey]

MICKEY'S NICKNAMES FOR IAN || SHAMELESS - 4x12

[ardent-fox]

Galladrabbles: Star (2)

Absolutely in love with all the @galladrabbles content blessing us these past few days! <3 I could not pass on writing a Franny and her favorite uncles drabble as my second entry for this week, so here's some fluff to level out the angst in the first one.

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"Easy there," Mickey placed his hand over Franny's on the mixing spoon, the stepping stool Ian got her providing her a taller view of the pancake batter.

He heard Ian pad into their kitchen before he saw him. "Mornin', Sleepyface!" Franny giggled at Mickey's nickname for his husband.

"Mornin'," Ian ruffled Franny's hair, then gave Mickey a peck on the lips. "Someone got you up?" he flashed a knowing smile. She'd done the same to him yesterday.

Mickey nodded tiredly, returning to Franny. "Decide on a shape?"

"A star?" the excitement in her voice made them grin.

"Sure thing, kid."

[jomilky]

Ian after they have kids and Sandy take him and Mickey out for the night

lolol the kids are probably staying over night at Lip’s and spending a good time (otherwise no thanks Sandy why would we go out at night we have kids to take care of).

But it’s already NINE THIRTY for heaven’s sake Ian just really needs to go home with the love of his life, FaceTime his little angels for half an hour before the kids’ bedtime, listen to ‘em babble about their day with big cousin Freddie while he’s snuggling his sleepyface on his husband’s shoulder. Then of course after he takes his nighttime meds, they’ll have some peaceful husbands time. Just lying on their sides, facing each other and have a little pillow talk while barely be able to keep their eyes open, before one of them falls asleep.

So yes thank you Sandy it has been a wonderful night but my husband and I would like to head home now. We’re not 18 anymore, we have kids and we have been married for 10 years now, yes 10 years Sandy my husband and I have built a beautiful home that I love and cherish wholeheartedly, so see you later 🥺😇

[unbridgeabledistances]

whipped up this little gallavich father’s day one-shot bc i woke up and had feelings!

(to everyone who has a complicated relationship to father’s day—know that i love u 💗)

tw for mention of dead parents / abuse (terry 🙄🙄)

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It was quiet when they woke— it had been months, and Mickey could finally admit that he had gotten a little bit used to waking up to the silence and blinding sunshine, the light reflecting off of the shiny glass exterior of their neighbors’ apartment complex windows and the soft chatter of people sitting down below at the pool as the slow summer mornings turned into lazy afternoons.

He turned to face Ian, shifting under the plush duvet they were wrapped in tightly; usually summer heat meant sleeping in underwear and a pool of your own fucking sweat in the South Side, but this boujee-ass place had fucking air conditioning that blasted all night long— Mickey nearly wore a fucking sweats and a hoodie to bed the first hot summer day when they’d started blasting it in the place. Ian had just grinned, making fun of him for being dressed like he was about to climb Mount Everest, and had pulled him closer under the sheets to wrap him in warmth.

Mickey rubbed at his eyes, reaching for his phone and clicking it to see the time. 7:52, the asscrack of dawn on a Sunday morning as far as he was concerned. No wonder Ian was still sleeping.

He had a couple of notifications— a few texts from Sandy, livetweeting when she was out last night and probably drunk out of her mind at some gay bar she’d started going to on the West Side at Ian’s recommendation; while Mickey had resisted those expensive-ass hipster beers at every fucking turn, Sandy had been coming by his and Ian’s place a lot more these days, and Ian had kept convincing them to all go out at the boujee queer spots along the block. Whatever— so what if he blew $9 on a fucking IPA that tasted like fucking battery acid? Ian loved it, Sandy loved it more, and he could afford to spend a few nights at some hipster-ass bar with his cousin and his husband hanging off his hip. He could do that shit now.

He scrolled through some emails, trying desperately to tune out the work bullshit and ignore the unread emails in his inbox— he and Ian had been making bank lately, the business growing more than ever especially now that COVID restrictions were all but nonexistent and people were ready to fucking party. He and Ian definitely spent more hours than not attached to their fucking Gmail app, scrolling through new requests and niche demands from growers; but they’d agreed that weekends were off-time, and talking about work was strictly forbidden. “Weekends are husband time, not co-worker time, Mick.”

Even so, Ian was still sleeping, and Mickey didn’t know what else the fuck to do until he woke up— he filtered idly through the inbox, then opened Instagram and started scrolling mindlessly, through pictures of his few dipshit cousins and their new gun purchases and questionable tattoo choices.

It was then when he saw the picture that V had just posted: a black-and-white photo of Kev and the girls, sitting at some sidewalk restaurant in Louisville.

To the papa bear of my amazing girls. Happy Father’s Day.

Fucking Father’s Day.

It’s not like Mickey didn’t know when Father’s Day was— it was more that its occurrence was knowledge that he passively avoided. The only time he remembered knowing when the fuck it was was in elementary school, when they’d been forced to draw colorful cards for their dads on thick sheets of construction paper. He’d drawn a fucking cool one for Terry, with scribbles of skulls and snakes and a picture of him and Mandy. He remembered clutching it tight between his fingers the walk home from school that Friday, and immediately shoving it deep into his backpack when he returned home and it was one of the bad days, the days filled with screaming and sobbing and him and Mandy huddled together in his bed.

“Hey, you okay?” Ian’s arm was snaking around Mickey’s waist under the blankets—a heavy weight, welcoming the air back into Mickey’s lungs.

Mickey reached over to ruffle Ian’s hair. “G’morning, sleepyface.”

Ian’s eyes searched Mickey’s face, then squeezed tightly shut as he yawned. He leaned to rest his head on Mickey’s shoulder, a dull weight on his chest.

“You know it’s Father’s Day?”

Ian craned his neck back again to meet Mickey’s eyes. “Huh.”

From his pensive gaze, Mickey could tell that the realization stunned Ian in the same way it had hit him. “Yup.”

They were silent. Ian reached his arm aimlessly under the covers, searching for Mickey’s hand— intertwining their fingers.

“It’s fucking weird, man.”

Ian breathed out a silent laugh of relief, a gust of air through his nose. “Was just thinking the same fucking thing. I could hate Frank on Father’s Day when he was alive, talk all the shit I wanted— seems kind of hard to do now that’s he’s gone.”

Mickey pressed his lips together. “Yeah.” The heavy feeling—the loss, the dread, was still heavy in his chest, beating next to where Ian’s head was resting. “Homophobic that this shit is during pride month, anyways. Don’t they know all the gays have fucking daddy issues?”

Ian snorted—and they laid there, breathing. Ian’s thumb started to trace a pattern on Mickey’s inner palm— soft, slow. “What d’you wanna do today?”

“I don’t know, man. A distraction would be nice. Can’t fucking scroll through Instagram without thinking about my dead dad, kind of a fucking mood kill.”

Ian laughed. “Yeah.” He took in a breath. And then:

“I know I keep talking about the kid shit. But I can’t stop thinking about when today will be, like. Exciting for us. Someday. Y’know?”

Mickey felt something lurch in his chest—he didn’t really know what it was. He and Ian had been talking about the kid thing— Ian dropping hints here and there, Mickey giving his wary consent that he’d tell Ian when he was ready. And now—this.

There was gonna be a day, some day—when Father’s Day didn’t feel like the hardest goddamn thing in the world anymore. Even after a lifetime of bad ones.  

Mickey felt the beginning of tears pricking in his eyes—stupid, stupid.

“Yeah, man. Guess so.”

[vhsmeme]

* shameless starters

‘ hey, it’s okay. here we go. shh. ’

‘ you okay? it’s just... you opened that same cabinet, like, three times. ’

‘ you seem a little... caffeinated. ’

‘ i think i’m depressed. i’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ’

‘ not your mother, just concerned. ’

‘ good for you, it’s great to get that stuff out. feel better? ’ 

‘ hi, peanut. hey, it’s okay. come here. ’

‘ we all get depressed. how the fuck can we not living around here? ’

‘ that’ll be a challenge. good thing i ate my wheaties. ’

‘ anything you wanna tell me? promise i won’t freak out. ’

‘ you know, i’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ’ 

‘ hey, hey, you okay? feeling sick or something? ’  

‘ you are so lucky that they called me and not the police. ’

‘ breathe for me. do you see me? ’

‘ because you’ve been running your ass around here like scarface and i care about you, okay? ’

‘ yo, sleepyface. ’ 

‘ is there room over there for me? ’

‘ holy fuck. ’

‘ so what you’re saying is you’ve had a couple shitty days. ’

‘ is it okay if i say i’m proud of you? ’

‘ my job is to keep this house going. ’

‘ you know, there are a lot of kids who need a home. ’ 

‘ i want you to know you are a really good kid with a big heart. you have some hard times ahead of you, but you're gonna do great. ’

‘ you had me so worried. not one call? ’

‘ life’s kinda… fucked up right now. ’

‘ this is some heavy shit, kid. ’

‘ i’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ’  

‘ you stop behaving like the world is out to get you when it is so clearly dropping gifts at your feet. or you keep doing what you’re doing and you end up in a cell somewhere angry and out of options. ’

‘ you could do a lot worse than parents that give a shit. ’ 

[mythicalsocks]

22 Questions

22 Questions

Tagged by: @tiny-gay-munchkin

rules: answer the following 22 questions and then tag 22 people you’d love to get to know more (’prolly not gonna tag ALL of those people...)

name/nickname: Surprisingly, my childhood nicknames have a lot of range when it comes to the spectrum of femininity and masculinity. I’ve always been called Mike by family in short for my name, Micah, but certain family also call me by my middle name, Alona, which is much more feminine. But yeah no, names Micah.

zodiac: Taurus (been told I’m very Virgo though...even cancer)

height: 5′8 and a half (Yes the extra half counts because I’m actually that tall. I aspire to be at least 5′10)

hogwarts house: Slytherin 

last thing i googled: Last thing I remember asking Safari is if OJ did it. (Seriously that case did not happen in a point in my life when I’d remember it anyway)

favorite musician: Sorry but I can’t pick just one. Rap, it ranges from RUN-DMC to KYLE and when I’m stuck on something to listen to, I can’t go wrong with 80s hits from Prince, Rick James, Hall & Oates, etc (I can’t live w/o music and absolutely can’t live without my headphones when I’m out of the house).

last song i listened to: “Rather Be” By Clean Bandit (feat. Jess Glynne)

song stuck in my head: “Old Town Road” By Lil Nas X (Not that I’m complaining because I too have the horses in the back)

followers: 165. And I’m pretty sure I speak to maybe three of them at most. I do wish this blog were more popular and that I could interact w more ppl (I used to regularly post about my favorite video games and even produce fan art, but uh you know...school...)

amount of sleep: That has a lot of range which unfortunately makes for a confused mind and body. As an extreme night owl, it's hard to function, in a society that values getting up and at ‘em accomplishing things so early and at a different timetable than I do. But when it comes to how much sleep I get, it’s usually undersleep and slug through the day or oversleep and get that great hunk of guilt.

what im wearing: A domo shirt (this one has a mustache) and yellow shorts (I’m much more fashionable when I’m out)

dream job: A Spoken word artist, A fiction/poetry writer, A social media influencer, model, actor/voice actor, director (Seriously that would actually make me feel satisfied in life, but um, more practically and maybe realistically:) A teacher, journalist, some other boring job...

dream trip: Mexico!

favorite food: Dunno why but I’m going through a real french fry phase now...

instrument: Oof. I’m taken back to when I used to play the violin back in elementary school. I did not have a good instructor. During concerts, I’d be the one kid in the back who just so offkey (When I think of that time I also think of the scratch and sniff stickers she’d give her favorite students. Didn’t get a lot of those, but they were chocolate bunnies). On a more positive note, I’m currently taking piano lessons and though I’m a bit rough around the edges, my instructor tells me I’m doing well and I’m seeing into getting myself into a recording class next year.

languages: English. Honestly, it’s a difficult language in itself.

favorite song: iSpy (By KYLE feat Lil Yachty)

random fact: Sorry. I’m so not fun and interesting enough to come up with some weird fact about myself. Now excuse me while I bury myself under my covers as I rewatch black mirror waitin’ for that new season. This was fun.

With that, I’d like to tag @keyree14 @a-rage-shell @aliebestraum and @sleepyface

[gio510999]

“Cause all the kids are depressed,Nothing ever makes sense,I'm not feeling alright,Staying up 'til sunrise And hoping shit is okay Pretending we know things,I don't know what happened,My natural reaction is that we're scared,So I guess we're scared” By Jeremy Zucker, u really grown so much and we both learned something from each other, really thank you when things got shit on me, u were there to listen. @greenlynatalie #lastday#tiredface#sleepyface#goodluck#addoil#youcandoit (at 18 Grams CWB Cannon St)