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Ian Gallagher + random posts i tagged as him

for example sensing when his husband wants some guidance through a task. it doesn't even have to be a particularly difficult task - he's literally stood there beside ian (and behind him) gently walking him through making dinner. giving him lots of "mhm, like that"s and "there ya go, big guy - looks good" and praise for doing a good job. the food is always bomb, and there's nothing quite as tasty as the proud smile that beams across ian's face.

another example is how mickey can sniff out when ian's being stubborn about basic care things. like when their schedule has been weird for the day so their routine is off, and ian insists that he's fine, but he definitely hasn't eaten enough and is being a huge crab-ass about it. but instead of nagging him, mickey will drop into his lap and peel open an orange or something for them, very quietly talking to him as he pops a slice into ian's mouth, and then one for himself.

sensing when ian wants to stop making decisions and just breathe. so he spreads his thighs and invites ian over to sit on the floor between them, facing him. and ian does it. happily. he's perfectly content to disengage as mickey leads his head to the side until he's resting against the inside of his leg, his eyes drifting shut as mickey cups his other cheek and slowly strokes his thumb over his face.

the positioning of it has ian's body relinquishing power by pure muscle memory alone. and sometimes he even falls asleep like that - his cheek smushed and a tiny drool spot dampening mickey's pants. (mickey lets him doze a little, and then eventually helps move him up onto the couch so he can lie down between his legs, the side of his face smushed into mickey's chest this time.) when ian lays with his full body-weight on top of him, mickey knows he's finally gotten exactly what he needs. which makes him feel relaxed too.

oh yes. oh very yes. debs, you make me think my favorite thoughts and i appreciate that about you ✨

i'm thinkin it's someone's birthday - carl's maybe? - and they had a really good time at the party. ian had three whole beers and an extra slice of cake. he's riding high until they get in the cab home, and then he's instantly pouty and miserable. and he knows full well he'll be even worse off tomorrow, so he's cranky and anxious and he doesn't want to go to sleep. mickey walks him through the bedtime routine, even though he's three sheets to the wind himself. then he corrals ian into bed and curls up around him, promising he'll take care of him in the morning.

or perhaps... idk, something scares him. ian wakes up in the middle of the night to ten missed calls from lip and he thinks something terrible has happened. he has a few minutes of icy panic before he finally gets a hold of lip - and the fucker had just locked himself out of his house. but ian has a hard time settling down after that, he's too worked up and a little angry. so mickey pulls him in and cuddles him close, rubbing a hand up and down his arm to soothe him back to sleep.

Late night cuddles💙🌃

Someone said that Mickey has had to pee for 30mins now but he won’t move because of Ian sleeping and I would like to confirm that this is true. He just doesn’t have the heart to move. 🥰🫂