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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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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hi michelle 💖 i've been a little behind this week but if you're still taking drabble prompts then #6 “I need a place to stay.” please? 😚
#6: "i need a place to stay."
"c'mon, it's just one night," ian pleads.
lily gives him an apologetic look. "you know i would if i could, but i haven't seen my girlfriend in a week, and i don't think you want to hear two lesbians going at it all night."
"i don't mind!" ian exclaims, following lily out of the kitchen. "i'll wear earplugs!"
"...i live in a studio apartment."
"lils," ian groans, "i can't stay at my brother's place again, my nephew is driving me up the wall with his screaming."
lily sighs. "what about your other siblings? can't you stay with them?"
ian shakes his head. "debbie and carl barely have enough space in their apartment to breathe, let alone a couch for me to crash on."
"look, it's just one night," she points out. "the pipes in your apartment will be fixed by tomorrow, i'm sure you can endure a couple hours of a screaming baby until then."
"you don't understand. i love freddy, i do, but..." ian's eyes shift around conspiratorially. "i've seen some... things. i truly think he may be the..." gulps. "...devil incarnate."
lily wants to roll her eyes at her friend's usual theatrics, but decides to give him a break. "i'm sure he is, buddy," she says placatingly. "okay, what about..." she looks around the diner until her eyes land on–"mickey? i think he lives nearby, actually."
she watches in amusement as ian's eyes widen and starts coughing out of nowhere. she slaps his back a couple times as he gasps for air.
"i can't ask mickey," ian finally sputters, once he catches his breath. "i've barely said two words to him! plus," he lowers his voice to barely a whisper, "you know i have a crush on him."
this time lily does roll her eyes. "you know he doesn't bite, right? yo, milkovich!" she calls out, ignoring ian's frantic head shaking, "can ian crash on your couch? he needs a place to stay tonight and he's desperate."
"i–i'm not–desperate, no...." ian mumbles, as mickey pops his head out of the kitchen window.
"who?" he asks, brows furrowed, until he spots ian standing there, still as a statue. "oh. you."
lily didn't think it was possible for a human to turn such a dark shade of red without spontaneously combusting, but ian might be the exception.
"you know what... i'll just sleep... on a... park bench..."
mickey moves out of sight from the window without a word, leaving ian hanging his head like an abandoned puppy at the pound, defeated and wrung out.
"i guess i can hold a bible while i sleep..." he says slowly, mostly to himself, "...keep the demons away..."
lily sighs, ready to take pity on him (maybe she can ask aubrey to bring her noise-cancelling headphones?), before mickey walks past them, turns his head around, and raises a brow at ian.
"you comin' or not, orphan annie?"
about time, lily thinks, as she pushes ian's jaw up from the floor and shove him towards the door before mickey could change his mind.
the next day at work, she holds back a smirk when she spots a visible hickey on ian's neck. maybe mickey does like to bite after all.
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