Svetlana leaves

"So how's this gonna' work, you gonna' tell everyone to home?"

Ian comes back after 3 and a half years. He hadn't been planning to get back with Mickey, but despite how everything is different now, that's the one thing that is still the same. (I'm bad at summaries).

Mickey was getting by just fine in New York, but no matter where he ran to; his past seemed to catch up. (FUTURE FIC)

Ian hums, throws a leg over one of Mickey's and pulls the covers around them more tightly. Whatever. They can just have make-up sex in the morning.

Mickey doesn't know why, but when he thought of sleeping with Gallagher, he thought of the pipe at his mother's lips.

A little look inside the morning thoughts of Fiona. one shot

An old friend comes to visit the Gallagher family. But not all are ready to let her back in and welcome her with open arms. OC

Its been a month since the wedding and things are not how them seem. Because secrets aren't more fun if you share with everyone, they're just more accessible.

Random thoughts from a boy at work, retribution and the events that followed shortly afterwards.

Mickey'll do anything for his baby sister. Anything. (Not really sure where this came from or why I even wrote it or am posting it, especially since I've got other stuff I need to put up but whatever.) {Super short, don't expect much from it.}

Living in the murky waters of misery is a little bit easier when you have someone wallowing next to you, keeping you just barely above the surface.

The plan was to go to the dugouts, kill the bottle and screw all night. The first two steps they'd successfully managed without detours, however Gallagher had forgotten to mention how apparently this particular brand of cheap vodka turned him into a retard until they'd already gone shot for shot, downing seven in a row. And now he was smashed, and who was stuck taking care of him?

It was kind of ironic how Ian was the one who joined the army, who was in another country fighting in some war, but Mickey was the one who was shot.

Mickey had to find a new job after Ian left. There was no way he could keep working at the Kash 'n Grab. (Really short, one shot, OC)

Ian crashed to the ground broken and shattered and bloody, just like Mickey had made him with his fists and his words and everything he let remain unsaid in the silences in between.

But this Mickey standing in front of him isn't just blonde, his hair is shaved short at the sides and the gelled up mess of a style Mickey had always claimed before had been replaced by a short sort of Mohawk. The Mohawk!Mickey fic you all know you wanted deep down!

Sometimes Ian will lie awake at night with his boyfriend snoring softly into the pillow next to him and he'll hear a lower snore, one that rattled deep in the person's chest and that was born out of years of smoking shit probably a lot worse for you than cigarettes. (Birthday fic for Billie :) you're awesome, so you deserve all the fics!)

"Suddenly I see hot white flashes before my eyes, my sight gets blurry around the edges and I start sweating, cold fucking sweat that slides from the nape of my neck right down my back. And all the things I managed to push to the back of my head come rushing violently back." Alternative ending to the 3x12 bedroom scene. *Mickey's pov*

The reason why neither Mickey or Svetlana were seen at their reception.

"I can fucking take care of myself," Mickey growled, despite the weak look of relief on his face. Ian just ignored him and kept pressing the cold cloth to Mickey's burning cheeks. "Go back to sleep, Mickey." sick!fic in which Ian takes care of an unwilling and fever-delusional Mickey. Ian/Mickey gay slash fic

Mother's Day OneShot, for mommy!Fiona...

Mickey's been getting bruises almost all his life.

It all comes down to Ian's stupid obsession with that movie Toy Story and Mickey's mistake of breaking out the good weed. Part 10 of All The Ways Mandy Finds Out

When what you think maybe you've always been searching for is of course the only thing you were ever running from in the first place. Sequel to Close Enough.