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jessij1997 · 15 hours
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"Thank you" @twinklyylights for the weekly prompt on @galladrabbles 😎
"What's about other dinosaurs?" Mickey questioned.
"No. T-Rex eats them AAALL!" Amy replied.
"Oh okay. Got it." Mickey smiled. "So little T-Rex show me your teeth then."
Amy opened her mouth and makes a dangerous sound. Mickey brushed her teeth and then he puts her into bed.
"Is daddy getting better tomorrow?" Amy asked seriously.
"I don't know." He kissed her forehead.
"Give daddy my Rex, pops"
Mickey takes the plushy T-Rex from his daughter and left the room.
He went to the bedroom, layed next to a light depressed Ian. "It's from Amy."
"Thank you" Ian cuddled the purple Rex.
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jademickian · 3 days
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Galladrabbles: Blur
i havent done these in a while!! i had more than one idea but would really like to share this one. thanks @callivich for the awesome prompt<33 paging @galladrabbles
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In the L sat two boys. 
Between them, an inch of space was kept. Far enough like they’re too afraid to touch; close as to feel the others' warmth.
The ginger one has his wired earphones on. Next to him, a ratty looking boy, playing with his thumbs nervously. They both look out the window, the concrete and skies pass them by in a blur.
The ginger, all doe-eyed, offers his right earbud. The dark-haired boy eyes him up and down, brows furrowed, bites his lower lip. He mutters, maybe, “gay as fuck” but takes it anyway. 
They both grin like idiots.
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look-i-love-u · 2 days
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Galladrabbles - Blur
This week's @galladrabbles inspired by @callivich 's prompt "blur" is a continuation from last week's drabble and part of my drabble series which you can read: HERE
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His shift goes on. Hours blurring together. Mickey's voice is Ian's lifeline. Every time they get a call. He can hear that Mickey dreads sending them out again. The little talks afterwards.
Now Ian's off the clock and he needs something else to get through the rest of the day. He wants dancing, sweat and sex. But he opts for sugar and fat and a trip to the corner shop.
He's just paying for his five Snicker bars when…
“Hey, Red. You gotta buy all of them? Spare one for a guy in need?” 
Mickey.
Ian sways. Turns and stares…
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thel00k · 2 days
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Blur 💧
“She would’ve been very proud of your life right now.”
Ian’s vision blurred and something dripped down on his cheeks. He turned and placed his chin on Mickey’s shoulder. Tattooed hand went into soft red hair and dark spots added to the fabric on Mickey’s back.
Breeze made the short grass around the grave dance and long arms wrapped around Mickey’s body.
“She might be gone but I’m always here, you know?”
The head on Mickey’s shoulder nodded. “I know,” voice as soft as the spring sun. A kiss placed on his shoulder and Mickey was held a little tighter.
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Thank you @galladrabbles and @callivich for this week’s beautiful prompt ♥️😊
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galladrabbles · 15 hours
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Hi Gallavich friends :) I am excited to share this week's prompt which is:
"Thank you"
As a challenge, I'm letting you know that I have my own idea for this prompt ;) I wonder if any of you will write it!
Do with that what you will, but don't feel pressured! Write whatever fuels your Gallavich heart <3!
I can't wait to see what you all do with this! Everyone here is so talented :))
Hey N'dia,
THANK YOU for your prompt this week!
We hope you will show us your drabble bingo card after this week is over 😉
Everyone say "THANK YOU!" to N'dia!
Happy Drabbling Everyone!
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lingy910y · 2 days
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Galladrabbles
a sequel to this @galladrabbles, courtesy of @callivich’s prompt, blur
The guy—Ian—flinches, and shakes his hand off. His eyes scream fear, and it hurts Mickey even if he’s not sure why. “Let go of me.”
Mickey stutters, feeling awkward but persistent. “I…know you.”
He’s met with the same deadpan glare. “Who?”
“You have to believe me. I don’t know anyone else so—I need you.” His voice cracks. He holds his hand tight over his chest, its dark imprint the only evidence of it ever being real.
Everything is a blur; pizza rolls, gun against cheek, orange sunsets.
How can the one person he’s tied to forget him so easily?
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lupeloto · 2 months
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galladrabbles “mush”
it’s @galladrabbles time with a lovely and fun prompt from @tsuga-of-mars !!!
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“woah -what-?” ian perks up from his bowl of cereal, shooting debbie a nasty look, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“it means that ever since this one came back,” she gestures towards mickey, “you’ve got no backbone. turned to absolute mush.”
“oh fuck off, debbie-“ ian begins before mickey cuts him off.
“cmon gallagher let’s go upstairs, im tired.”
ian barely let’s mickey finish his sentence before he’s up and tossing his bowl in the sink.
debbie grins, looking at mickey who wears a shit eating grin.
ian flips them both off before heading up the stairs because he wants to.
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spicycinnabun · 28 days
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@galladrabbles for bones 🩻
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The nurse told him he had a visitor.
Mickey’s eyes were swollen shut. He couldn’t see. He broke into a cold sweat because who else would come but Terry? He probably wanted to finish the job.
The door closed. Footsteps approached his bed. Curtains slid open.
Mickey’s heart hammered. “…Dad?”
Was too bad so many of his bones were fucking broken. He couldn’t even run away like the pussy he was.
Something touched his fingers, and he flinched. Before he could pull away, his hand was enveloped by two painfully familiar ones.
“No, Mick,” a thick voice responded, “it’s me.”
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sluttygallavich · 4 days
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Galladrabbles: blur
This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "blur" from the lovely @callivich. <3
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“You ever make someone cry before?”
He doesn’t know what made him say it. An attempt to be cocky, he guesses. To hide his discomfort and how desperately he’s not into getting his ass fucked by fake silicon dick. Now, hours later, alone in his room, he can’t stop thinking about it.
He’d brushed away the wetness gathering around Mickey’s eyes as he'd moved gently inside him, his own vision blurring with tears.
“I’m so proud of you,” he’d whispered, lips pressing softly against Mickey’s skin, bruised and broken.
It wasn’t about ecstasy that night.
It was about being free.
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ohkate · 2 months
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This week's @galladrabbles prompt by @mzshko. Prompt: Ratchet Word Count: 100
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"Why you bothering with that ratchet hoe? Hang with me, puppy." Mickey'd had it with guys hitting on his husband and not getting the hint. "Hey asshole, you're in my seat," he said, holding 2 beers. The guy rolled his eyes and left. Ian smirked, enjoying the possessiveness in Mickey's face. "What the hell's a ratchet hoe?" "It means you have no class. And you're a hoe, which is all true," he said, leaning to kiss Mickey hard. "But you're my classless hoe. I was about to put his head through a wall." "This is why I hate gay bars."
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secret-gallavich · 6 days
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Thank you @callivich for this weeks @galladrabbles coincidently picking a prompt by a band that has been in my rotations lately and based on an irl conversation I’ve had.
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Prompt: Blur
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Blur is playing from Mickey’s shitty speakers as they make out lazily on the bed. Ian had initiated it with a sweet peck but Mickey wanted more. He always wanted more when it came to Ian.
The next song on the album plays as Mickey swings a leg over Ian’s hips, breathlessly singing along when they’re lips aren’t attached.
It’s fun but Ian thinks otherwise.
‘Why do you even like this band’ Ian mumbles as he pulls away.
Mickey furrows his eyebrows and glances over at Ians discarded ‘Gorillaz’ tee.
‘It’s the same singer as your shirt, fuckwit’
‘Wait, what?’
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callivich · 29 days
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Thanks to @heymacy for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt of ‘bones’ 🦴💖
Set in season 2 or early season 3.
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Some stupid accident in ROTC and Ian’s wearing a cast on his arm. Mickey doesn’t wanna think about that feeling of distress that went through him when he saw it.
Kids from school have written on it. Nice messages. Feel better, hope you’re ok. If Mickey was the one with the cast, it would stay blank. But not for Ian. Everyone likes Ian.
It’s just a stupid broken bone but Mickey can’t stop staring at the cast. He wonders if Ian is in pain.
He’s caught staring and Ian holds a pen out to him. Mickey hesitates, then takes it.
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What does everyone think Mickey writes…..? 👀
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spacerockwriting · 28 days
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Galladrabbles Bone
Thank you to @galladrabbles and @heymacy for this weeks prompt! Had a completely different idea but then this came out instead. Joys of writing, I guess?
Bones
Lip paces, not standing still as Ian tries to fix his brother’s bow tie. “Were you this terrified when you married Mick?”
Ian shrugs, looking over at his husband who is trying his hardest to avoid talking to one of the adjacent Tamietti’s next to him. Grinning, Ian looks over at Mickey in his best suit, looking almost as hot as he did on their own wedding day. Mickey rakes his eyes over Ian, smirking as well.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lip swears. “I don’t want to fucking see you trynin’ to bone your fucking husband on my fucking wedding day.”
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gallabitch73 · 3 months
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Galladrabbles: Petrichor
Thanks to @suzy-queued for this week’s prompt! Long live @galladrabbles!!!
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“Do you love Mickey?”
“I like how he smells.”
Carl had smelled Mickey before, and he had no clue what it was about the smell that had Ian so far gone. He told him so.
“I know what it is, Carl. It’s petrichor.”
“What does him being a pet tricker have to do with the way he smells? Or how you feel about him? I’m so confused.”
“Not a PET TRICKER, you dumbass. PETRICHOR. Mickey smells like the rain after it’s been dry out for a while. That was me. I was dying of thirst. Now, I have Mickey.”
“Respect.”
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batty4steddie · 28 days
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bones 🦴 @galladrabbles
Ian was obsessed with how well Mickey’s hand fit in his. The size of their bones complimented each other. Ian was already convinced they were soulmates, but the first time they held hands and their fingers laced together perfectly, he felt it.  One of Ian’s favorite things to do was hold Mickey’s hand. Any excuse he had, he took it. When he wanted to show Mickey something, he’d take his hand. Ian would thread their fingers so they wouldn’t get separated in a crowd. He held on tight while they fucked and after when he didn’t want to let go.
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lupeloto · 26 days
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galladrabbles “bones”
yay to @heymacy for this week’s prompt “bones” for @galladrabbles !!
mickey yawns, rolling over to ian with his face shoved in his phone.
“lookin at houses again?”
ian tongue pierces through his cheek, flipping the phone around “what about this one? pretty cheap, looks like it’s got good bones.”
“‘good bones’? man you are so not allowed to watch anymore of that construction-whatever-the-fuck channel.”
ian grins, grabbing mickey and tackling him flat on the mattress, “it’s hgtv,” he whispers, “and you love it too.”
“bullshit,” mickey scoffs, scanning ian’s bare chest, “speaking of bones…you gonna jump mine or what, gallagher?”
the sun peeks through the curtain as their lips meet through soft giggles and stolen glances.
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