#the other gallavich

[darlingian]

can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea fuck it, let's do it again

for @deedala

[flowercrownmickey]

Managed to carve out some time to sebbie again! Thanks to @gardenerian for the @galladrabbles prompt this week of: Truce.

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She’s sitting with Calista at their usual lunch spot and Debbie is not looking at her phone.  The thing’s face down on the table, silenced. A habit of Calista’s that had rubbed off on her. Something about connecting and being present? So much for that today though. Because Debbie’s mind was not in that diner. It was on a porch, on Wallace Street. It was mulling over the offer of a truce, and the subsequent rejection of it. But it hadn’t really been about her. So… she wasn’t looking at her phone. But fuck, she sure was thinking about it.

[deedala]

Debbie x Sandy + Red Wine Supernova

[romidoes]

‘bad day?’ ‘hm.’ ‘taking your meds?’ ‘hm.’ ‘should we call the shrink?’ ‘…yeah.’ ‘okay, let’s go to bed and rest a little, we will call later.’ ‘i love you.’

[ninoochat]

What's that about anyway? It's a long story. Ends in all-you-can-eat tamales. Come here.

[ohkate]

The moments that built our life.

[panevanbuckley]

best ship dynamic is everyone thinking person a is a badass and person b is a softie but it turns out to be the other way around

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

(separation anxiety)

when ian gets home from his trip with lip, he expects mickey to be all up in his business because it's mickey and it's them and it's true, after a lifetime of fighting for it, when they're not glued at the hip, shit just feels off.

so he expects mickey to b-line it to the front door when he finally steps in. he expects the way he helps himself into ian's space, his hug literally and beautifully immediate. and he expects it to linger - wants it to, frankly. getting to hold his husband again after a week apart is damn near orgasmic. he's been counting down the hours for this very moment.

what he doesn't expect is for mickey to not let go.

it's not a bad thing. ian will gladly hug him until the earth stands still. it's just...

"hey..." he softly chuckles, rubbing mickey's back as he tries to duck his head to get a good look at him. beside them, his luggage lays as forgotten on the floor as when he ditched it on impact. which is good. he's sick of it. it's just... "missed ya..." he smiles, abandoning the impossible task of trying to loosen mickey enough to see his face, and committing instead to a full back rub. "damn baby, you been workin' out while i was gone...?"

because mickey is fucking squeezing. his man is taking this shit seriously, both arms snuck under ian's jacket and wrapped around him so snugly that there's nowhere else for his face to go than pressed firmly into ian's chest. "mm..."

it's not a bad thing. ian loves it. it's just... "wanna hear about whatchya got up to," he says, in hopes of coaxing them into a little movement. "gotta fill me in." as if they haven't been texting at every reasonable, waking hour in his absence. (and as if lip hasn't had something to say about it.)

mickey does this little hum of affirmation into ian's chest. which is...oh so cute. fuck, he really missed him. but they're still not moving. and...

"okay," he chuckles again, kindly and very very gently trying to take a step. and mickey lets him! he does. it's just...he comes with him. takes the step backward with him, still vacuum-sealed to his front. "mick..."

"what..."

"you okay?"

"fuckin' great," he states, and he absolutely means it. it's obvious. and ian's fucking great too, now that he's with him again, it's just...

"feel like i got a layer of airport grime on me," he admits, suddenly very conscious of the fact that he's still in his jacket and plane sweatpants. "gonna let me take a shower?"

"no."

"real quick."

"mm."

a grumble! face pressed possessively into him. staking claim again. "you can come with..." ian floats, his tone lifted high at the end in suggestion.

and...

"fine."

they make it into the shower. their beautiful, familiar shower with their beautiful, dogshit water pressure and ian kinda daydreamed their reunion fuck to be in bed, but he'll definitely accept some slippery, soapy sex.

they don't fuck. literally not an issue. romantic, nasty reunion sex in bed is still on the table because instead of pouncing on him like he thought he would, mickey actually lets ian shower. lets him get all the airport gunk off from his spot standing behind him, warming his back like a perfect little jetpack as ian tells him about his flight in.

it takes longer than necessary but it's not bed. ian loves it, actually. he'd almost feel bad about putting an end to it if he wasn't already coming to a couple conclusions. connecting some dots. about his husband.

because when they're all dried off and clean and comfortable, ian barely has to reach a hand out to him from his spot on the couch before mickey is dropping down into his lap and assuming position.

he wraps his arms around ian's middle, shoving them between his back and the couch. slots his thighs up nice and snug a little lower. buries his face in ian's neck, and he stays there. he commits, his body melting into ian's like it's supposed to be.

and in hindsight, ian feels like a fucking dumbass to not expect this. maybe it was the rush of the trip. the stress of traveling. it had him all one step removed from what was happening at home. but the signs were all there.

all of mickey's texts. 'when you in for the night?' and 'the fucks he got you doin' and 'yo big guy whats the plan for the day' and 'call me when youre back'.

how most nights when they would hang up their facetime call, ian would barely get his phone down before it was lighting up again, mickey on the end with some thinly veiled thing he forgot to tell him, just enough light from their nightstand lamp revealing which of ian's shirts he's wearing that day.

when it was happening, he just thought it was endearing. felt his own sentimentalities validated. but now...

ian wraps his arms around mickey, one hand smoothing up his spine before holding the back of his neck. holding him close. "love you, baby..."

in his lap, mickey makes no moves. but he doesn't need to. he's getting exactly what he needs. and ian wants to give it to him. "glad you're home..."

"yeah... me too..." he's felt that edge of discomfort. that panic. it's not fucking fun. and he's about to do whatever he needs to get his husband feeling right again. "kinda planned on taking you out tonight, but... how'dya feel if i just ordered something in for us...?"

not leave the house.

not leave this bubble.

stay velcroed onto each other, soothing over everything that needs to be soothed over. filling everything that's been emptied.

in his lap, mickey hums in thought. and this time, ian doesn't miss it. he sounds pleased as fuck. "pizza..."

there he is. "yeah?"

"yeah..." he murmurs against his neck. "fuckload of meat..."

and wow, it's got ian smiling. has his chest filling up with this warm, satisfied light. "sounds great, mick..." even as he slides his hands down to support him under his ass. "come get the menu with me, huh..?"

as if mickey has any plans to move from his spot until the pizza gets here. as if ian isn't prepared and eager to carry this man around baby koala style for the rest of the evening.

and as ian hauls his husband up and into the kitchen - as he casually sifts through the junk drawer with one hand, the other holding him up - he can feel it pressing into his neck.

mickey's smile.

it's good to be home.

[lovesaghost]

My favorite ship dynamic? People who constantly make fun of each other but will rip out the throat of anyone else who says something even remotely mean about the other

[iandarling]

Ian Gallaghers comprehensive and detailed guide to Milkovich speak

“whatever, not like I care” [Phrase: emotional] I actually care very deeply and if you say the wrong thing I will cry

“whatever, not like I care” [Phrase: general] I actually don’t care at all and you can genuinely do whatever you want i’m good with it

“ok” [Noun: general] it’s totally ok, no worries

“ok” [Noun: hurt] absolutely not ok ( this is a tricky one to understand and it will depend on the tone of voice, eyebrow movements, and facial expression)

“oh yeah?” [Phrase:flirty/affectionate] he’s horny and you’re probably about to have the dirtiest sex imaginable

“oh yeah?” [Phrase: dangerous/scary] beware, he’s pissed off and will probably need some time alone to cool down (a handjob might fix this)

“fuckin’ dork” [noun: emotional] You make me feel things and I struggle articulating how much I love you

“fuckin’ dork” [noun: silly] you’re so dumb man, can’t believe I married you

“handsome” [adjective: flirty] you’re so gorgeous and I can’t believe you’re mine

“husband” [noun: affectionate] you’re my absolute everything

“this is gay” [phrase: deflecting] Im experiencing emotions and it’s too much

“I love you” [Phrase: lovingly] Good morning, good night, and everything in between

[cringengl]

Does it ever drive you crazy.... just how much the night changes

[daddiesdrarryy]

What do you mean your favorite pair didn’t try to kill each other at least once? Not even attempted murder? Not even a punch or two for the funsies?

[deedala]

Ian x Mickey in 10x03

[starry-nights-17]

[ninoochat]

You're so sensitive

[ohkate]

The Knee Grab ™ will always have a place in my heart. It's such a couple-y, possessive thing. And the butt slap is so cute, especially Mickey's little smile of appreciation. They really were sweet in their own way.

I hated this episode, but it had its moments.