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spicycinnabun · 2 months
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“Again with the moon? What’s wrong with it?”
“I just don’t like it!” Mickey said, waving his hands at the window where said moon glared at him from the sky. “It glows too much! Directly in my eyes! I can’t fuckin’ sleep!”
“Okay…” Ian replied slowly. Too slowly. Mickey wasn’t being dramatic and unreasonable. He wasn’t. “Let’s switch places.”
Mickey sniffed, nose twitching. “Why would we fuckin’ do that?”
These were their unspoken spots on the bed. Mickey was always near the window, and Ian was near the door.
“Just do it, Mick. And scoot your pillow down a little. Trust me.”
They swapped spots. Mickey’s head hit the pillow further down the bed, and Ian turned on his side. His chest and shoulder obstructed the window from Mickey’s view.
“Oh,” he said quietly. And then, even more quietly, “Thanks.”
Ian rested his hand atop Mickey’s stomach, rubbing it and smiling softly. “We’ll shop for blinds tomorrow.”
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ohnoitsthebat · 20 days
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Written for this week's @galladrabbles theme: CUDDLES. Thanks to @flamingbluepanda for the awesome prompt!
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“What the fuck are you lookin’ at?” Mickey snapped, giving Ian a nasty, sideways look. 
“I, uh.” Ian cleared his throat, tried again. “Um, I, uh…”
“Spit it the fuck out already, Gallagher. Jesus Christ.”
“Would you….” Ian’s face burned and he dropped his gaze. Even though he and Mickey had just finished making love, he wanted something else.
But he was afraid to ask for it. Mostly because he figured Mickey would tear him to shreds for even thinking about it.
“What? Would I what?” Now Mickey sounded frustrated.
“Wanna cuddle?”
A long pause, then,
“Get over here, Red.”
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deepeststarfishsong · 8 months
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Thank you so much Mina @lizelandre, for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: leap of faith.
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"He's not afraid to kiss me…" That had fucked him up. He knew it was true, he was afraid but for damn good reasons. He'd thought about it-a lot actually, but he wasn't allowed to want things like that. Then he'd gone and tailed Ian and that geezer North; he knew he'd shown his hand.
He sat in the passenger seat of the shitbox van and listened to his cousin and uncle bitch in the back while he got lost in his head.
If I don't, I'm gonna lose him. Fuck that, he thought. I can do this for him.
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golden28s · 8 months
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i was kinda intimated by this week's prompt not gonna lie but i love it credits for this awesome prompt to @mikhailoisbaby and @galladrabbles 💗
Prompt: childhood comfort
4 year old Mickey thought that blanket would protect from the monster that lived in his house and made his dad so mad. He thought it was magical and it could create a safer, warmer place where he could live and maybe invite Mandy. Now 26 year old Mickey that is starting a new life is looking at that blanket and wondering if he needs it. And he looks at it and he doesn't feel safe; there's sadness, anger but there's also peace and it feels out of place like it doesn't belong there, but there's peace. He doesn't need it anymore. And his future kids won't either. "Did you grab everything you wanted?" Ian asks from the living, he sighs and looks around. 26 years old Mickey is safe now and monsters don't live with him anymore.
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whatwouldmickeydo · 1 year
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Mickey’s still yelling obscenities even while they’re practically forcing him onto the stretcher.
Last time he tries to intervene when his brother’s drunk off his ass and waving a knife around…
He’s dizzy as fuck from the blood loss now.
Doesn’t stop him from noticing the hot, red headed EMT working on fixing him up, though.
“Come here often?”
“You are literally bleeding out inside my ambulance.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So maybe save the pick up lines for after you’ve been stitched up?”
“That mean you’re gonna give me your number?”
The smirk he gets in reply definitely ain’t a no.
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edmercer · 1 year
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so i stumbled across a little thing called @galladrabbles, and thought it was such a cute and good idea! i've missed these two a lot, i've missed writing, and figured writing them would be fun. i was right!! the prompt for this week was koala hugs by @flamingbluepanda, and i hope i did it justice ~
It was late… Sometime in the early hours of the morning when Ian felt Mickey stir next to him in their bed. A few grumbled, inaudible words later, Mickey had turned to face him in a sleepy haze, reaching out to wrap his arms around the redhead's torso and pull him close. The smallest hint of a smile graced Ian's face as Mickey buried his face in his chest and then, in a most unexpected turn of events, his leg hiked up to wrap around his lover's waist, encasing him in what was essentially a Milkovich cocoon.
Surprising… But wonderful.
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thatoneao3author · 11 months
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galladrabbles - still into you
i know i’m late but i literally just got here, never tried writing something so short so here I am taking my shot at it. @galladrabbles
There’s a feeling in the air between them, in the three feet between the sink and the island, Mickey thinks. 
It almost feels tense. Not anxious, or angry.
No, it’s just them. Soft, sleepy.
Domestic? 
Safe.
All the things they couldn’t be as kids but could be now that they were there, together, away from anything that dared to hurt them. In the kitchen on that early morning, the coffee machine already running behind the dark-haired man because they stayed up too late talking about everything and nothing.
It isn’t tense, Mickey realizes. 
It’s uninterrupted love, after all this time.
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mikh4il0 · 1 year
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after years of being married, mickey still finds himself holding ian’s arms every single night.
ian already annoyed him because of that, “so soft”, his husband said. mickey got mad because he felt embarrassed, but he couldn’t deny it, since every morning he wakes up holding ian.
but one morning, when mickey woke up before ian (definitely a miracle), he started to think why he does that. he could say that it’s just because he loves ian, because he does. so much. but that’s not exactly the reason.
it seems like after everything they went through, ian leaving after his fucking wedding, coming back, leaving during his manic-episode, then coming back just for mickey go to jail, then getting out, almost getting ian back, but then losing him again, just to meet him again in prison, but telling ian to leave because he didn’t want to make ian stay in prison for him.
but he got ian back. for real this time. forever.
and even though they’re pass this, living together, happy, making plans, being a family… mickey still thinks that someday he’ll wake up and everything will be a dream. ian won’t be there. mickey never got ian back.
so, mickey needs to hold ian while they’re sleeping, for when he wakes up in the middle of the night, scared because of something about his past, the first thing he feels is ian’s soft arm and warm body.
it’s enough for mickey.
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sisitrip · 1 year
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Drabble - "I Missed Us"
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For the @galladrabbles prompt "We've Got Three Things Going For Us" (thank you @mzshko!) I wrote some 100% proof fluff. Don't come for me if your teeth rot at the root lol.
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“Two more weeks,” Ian soothes. 
Mickey huffs. “Fucking forever.”
“Aww.” 
The teasing makes him miss Ian more.
“A few things might help, Mick.”
“Like?”
“Camera phones?” Ian laughs.
“iPhones make your dick look huge,” Mickey snickers. “What else?”
“The rules,” Ian reminds him.
“Your rules. Hate not whacking it when I want to.”
“That’s the point.”
“Boo. The other thing?”
“Go to the door.”
Mickey pads over, opening it to a smiling Ian.
“Couldn’t wait two more weeks,” Ian says. “I missed us.”
Mickey grabs him and they fall to the floor in a tangle of arms, legs and kisses.
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A little drabble! @galladrabbles @juliakayyy "Fresh"
Ian meeting someone he hasn't seen since he was a teenager (ROTC / gay jesus / club days)
“You’re married?” they ask, sounding a bit too surprised.
Ian subconsciously twists the ring on his finger. “Yeah, I am,” he smiles softly to himself.
"No way! When did that happen?"
"Almost a year ago now, actually… Our anniversary is next month."
"Still fresh! How's life as a newly wed?"
"Surprisingly the same and yet somehow better?"
“Oh, that’s nice,” they smile, looking almost genuine. “So… who is he? And when did you get over that little thug you were obsessed with?”
“Actually, I'm still all over him every night,” Ian smirks, “That little thug is now my little husband.”
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ink-n-shadowfiction · 11 months
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ian and mickey - morning after their anniversary night? something sweet with ian being happy mickey organized something for him
Morning After | Gallavich
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pairing: Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich
genre: mainly fluff (brief mentions of sex?)
warnings: slight mention of sexual themes but nothing explicit (unless you count some sappy love scene as a warning, then you've been warned)
word count: 456 (not proofread) 
note: i finally got to this </3 so sorry it too forever-but pls send more >:)
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"Thought you forgot-you know, 'bout yesterday?"
'Course Ian did. Mickey knew that. Why else was he so bitchy during their entire work shift yesterday? Mickey was just waiting for him to admit it.
The two of them were coiled together on the brand new memory foam mattress that Ian had bought, a mattress which was haphazardly strewn onto the floor with creme-colored silk sheets stretched over the corners. By the streams of orange lighting pooling across their bare skin, it had to be the morning of March 22nd-the morning after their 3rd wedding anniversary.
It had been Mickey's plan to go all out on the wedding anniversary this time-the first wedding anniversary being spent at the Alibi and the second spent working overnight together on a security gig until 3 in the morning. This time-after they got off of their shift, of course-their anniversary involved some fancy restaurant that Ian had been eyeing ever since the couple moved into their new apartment, a bottle of (cheap) red wine, and breaking in the memory foam mattress with however many rounds of sex they had went through-Mickey had lost count.
Mickey hummed, using the arm that wasn't currently tucked under own his head to weave through Ian's hair. Ivory skin parted through red waves, the letters of Mickey's tattoos peeking out amongst fiery strands of hair. "Have I ever fucking forgot about our anniversary, Mr. Milkovich?"
When Ian failed to respond-instead just continuing to lazily trace patterns into Mickey's hipbone-Mickey huffed out a soft chuckle and a barely audible 'that's what I thought.'
It was quiet for a while after that, filled with stolen kisses and hands wandering across expanses of naked skin. Ian tore his lips from Mickey's long enough to nuzzle his forehead into his lover's cheek, eyes fluttering close. "You didn't have to do all that, y'know? That dinner date alone had to be-what, a hundred bucks?"
Mickey's scoff echoed throughout the still barren bedroom, his hand disappearing beneath Ian's chin to force him to lock eyes. "Shut up, alright?" His fingertips mapped their way back up Ian's cheekbones, ghosting down the slope of his nose before finding their way back to his chin. "I worked some overtime so I could afford it for you. 'Was just an extra weekend shift I took while you watched Franny for Deb."
It was Ian's turn to hum softly in response, eyes fluttering closed once again as Mickey's fingertips tickled along his skin. "M’lucky to have you, Mr. Gallagher. Y’know that?"
A smile stretched across Mickey's lips as Ian nuzzled further into his open palm. He couldn't help but cup the red head's face in the palms of his hands. "Uh huh, whatever. C'mere and kiss me some more, Red."
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spicycinnabun · 2 months
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Ian had given him a pair of boxers for Valentine’s Day. They were one size smaller than Mickey usually bought and covered in colored hearts. Like the chalky candy ones Ian could somehow devour by the fistful, the sweet bastard, each heart had a message on it. Grossly cute ones like love bun (on the ass cheek), mean ones like hard pass and dirty ones like we fuckin or nah?
Mickey toyed with the waistband, snapping it against his hip. Least that part wasn’t too tight. He rolled onto his stomach and hugged his pillow, opening and closing his legs like he was making a bedsheet angel. He wriggled a little, experiencing the silky material caressing his thighs closely.
…And you know what? That shit actually felt pretty good.
“Yo, Valentine! Get in here already and eat me!”
One of the hearts fuckin’ said so, after all.
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ohnoitsthebat · 27 days
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Written for this week's @galladrabbles theme: BONES. Thank you so much for this week's prompt, @heymacy!
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To say that he was surprised Mickey had never broken any bones was an understatement. Ian had incorrectly assumed that his boyfriend had grown accustomed to broken bones. 
He had been wrong.
Now, as he sat in the lobby of the dingy hospital, Ian couldn’t bring himself to think about how serious the injury was, what the aftercare would require. And, God, the bill. He really didn’t want to think about that now. 
He snapped himself out of his thoughts with a groan. Was he really sitting there, wallowing in self-pity?
With a steely resolve, Ian walked toward the elevator.
(@grumpybluefairy)
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deepeststarfishsong · 10 months
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Many thanks to @shinygalaxyperson for this week's @galladrabbles: end of the world.
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"Hey," Ian whispered, running his hand along the back of Mickey’s hairline. Mickey'd been gone most of the day, they'd been fighting and he had dipped when he couldn't take anymore. Ian found him sitting on the porch at midnight, lost in his head. Mickey glanced up, "When's it gonna stop feeling like the world is ending when we fight?"
"I'm not sure," Ian pulled him into his chest. "But it isn't and I'm not going anywhere, even when everything sucks. You have me, 100%." 
Mickey softened a little and leaned into the touch.
"C'mere," Ian whispered, pulling Mickey in closer.
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golden28s · 9 months
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Thanks for this week's prompt @thepupperino @galladrabbles 💖 i tried my best so hope you all like it !!
prompt: control
Control. control of his life, of who he wants to be, which is better, better than his dad. And control of who he is, control of his freedom, of his right to choose, of his thoughts.
He can see the Gallagher's house already and his heart is beating fast against his chest and this time it's not because of fear.
Control of his feelings. Control of his choices, of who he is, which is nothing like his mum.
Ian smiles when he opens the door and sees Mickey, and it's suddenly too real that they're finally leaving this place behind.
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milky-m-milky · 1 year
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This was one of my Valentine's gifts for Ian. He liked! 🥰
I wanted to tell you that you didn't let me down that day. I understood your reasons. I was hurt because I love you more than my fucking life.
And I wanted that only remainded in your...our memories this kiss. Our kisses like husbands 💘💘💍💍
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