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suzy-queued · 3 days
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Thanks, @callivich for the @galladrabbles prompt. It was the perfect prompt for what I had in mind for this week!
Previously on No Sleep 'Til Nashville, Mickey and Ian made their way to the Greyhound station.
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The bus trip passes in a blur. I’m lost in a tangle of Gallagher limbs. He touches my forehead, cups my cheek, kisses me every minute on the minute.
After all the shit we’ve gone through, the ride feels too easy. Roadblocks are easy to rally against. But when the path is clear, doubt creeps in.
We pull into Nashville Station at four o’clock. It’s sunny. The air smells like Keith.
He’s probably putting on his tux and double-checking the flowers right now.
I’ve been obsessed. I haven’t taken a moment to breathe.
Fuck.
Am I doing the right thing?
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mzshko · 8 months
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Galladrabbles!
Thanks to @thepupperino for the CONTROL prompt and @galladrabbles.
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Ian pulls Mickey in by the nape of his neck and kisses him. Licks into Mickey's mouth as Mickey tugs at his hair, pushing his hood back, but Ian doesn't mind the cold now.
They make out there, against the dugout wall, hands roaming. Ian flips them around, pressing Mickey into the brick, a knee between his legs, but he pulls away, breathless.
"Take me the fuck home, Gallagher. Jesus. We’re not kids anymore."
"Right. Yeah," Ian snickers, shutting his eyes briefly, trying to get his dick under control enough for him to drive. "We pay bills now and shit."
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rayrayor · 10 days
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@crossmydna and @galladrabbles for this weeks prompt , Trapeze
Oh my stars this took a bit , but my gram used to sing this song , I just had to find the lyrics , oy
Trapeze
Stupid Gallagher.
Sure sometimes he would follow Mandy and her boyfriend.
More like Mandy,his beard.
He was jealous of just how at ease and playful Ian could be.
Like today, at the playground, standing with Mandy on the swing, singing.
He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease,
That daring young man on the flying trapeze.
His movements were graceful, all girls he could please
And my love he purloined away.
He was jealous.
Jealous of Mandy,close to that freckled body.
One day it would be him on the swing with Ian, singing sweet.
He hoped .
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sisitrip · 5 months
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Galladrabble - "Locked In"
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A little surfacing for oxygen as I edit a fic. For the "Ring of Fire" prompt by @rayrayor (thank you!), I offer my drabble "Locked In" for @galladrabbles.
The night Ian ran away to the Army must have been like walking through hell for Mickey. Mandy lashed out at him, but I'm sure she remembered that he was feeling what she could feel even then - abandonment by the person you love. By a Gallagher. In my head, that made them more than just siblings. It made them war buddies. Broken and trying to find a way out of the fire.
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He’s still in bed. Prone. Unmoving.
Familiar with this carnage, she sits close.
“They make us … burn,” she begins, contemplative. “For a look, a word. A fuck. Always burning.”
She strokes his hair. 
“Then they leave,” she laughs bitterly. “And you’re in a ring of fire. Locked in with all that burning.”
“Mandy,” he husks, “Don’t.”
She pulls his head into her lap where he finally breaks, barking harsh sobs into her belly. 
“I can’t get you out of the ring of fire, Mickey. But, I can show you around.”
Still burning, she holds him while he burns too.
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tsuga-of-mars · 5 months
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Runs to the @galladrabbles teacher desk right before the bell rings to turn in my paper .... 2 yr anniversary!
I love this group and the beautiful people in it.
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Roof top picnic, west side view
Whole foods produce, paid for liquor
Ed Sheeran's Perfect, blue tooth speaker
If younger then could see it now
Not sure they'd actually believe it
Optimistic doe eyed little Ian
Fearful bristled little Mickey
Mop of red hair, big splitting grin
Over gelled spikes, bubbling hopefulness
Matching metal bands
A future to look forward to
Shared look of bewilderment at how safe, content, and truly happy they get to be
They get each other, not just for their first ten years
Not just the past two years of marriage
They get each other forever
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Galladrabbles
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Well it's @galladrabbles again with @lizelandre's prompt "leap of faith"
Last one, at least for tonight lol.
It wouldn’t be like last time.
He had to keep repeating it in his mind.
Ian loved him, he said so.
He was willing to toss his parole so he could stay with him here.
Mickey gave Ian one last kiss and a bone crushing hug before he was taken to be processed out.
Ian was free.
Mickey smiled.
But on the inside he still felt the glimmer of fear.
He took a deep breath shoving that fear down.
It wouldn’t be like last time, he was taking the leap of faith, waiting for Ian to catch him this time.
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very-sleepy-head · 1 year
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I’m back bitches! And it’s Galladrabble time!
This weeks prompt Mean and Scary @galladrabbles @depressedstressedlemonzest
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The Milkovich Guide to Being Mean and Scary
Mickey gives off a scary first impression, and his actions used to back it up. Mickey had expressed himself through violence from a very young age. He had to be that way to survive.
Ian wasn't fooled though, he saw right through the mean and scary and found mischievous and sensitive.
“Kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” Mickey threatened. Ian heard "I'm not ready yet."
"Fuck you is what you're invited to!" is easily translated to "I want you to come over."
"Miss me?" is clearly "I've miss you."
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suttonli · 2 years
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Hi, y’all. Here’s my @galladrabbles submission again. ROCK BAND
Ian was high and horny as fuck.
Who knew mysterious, dirty looking, rock band drummers were his thing? He sure as fuck didn’t. Maybe, it was just the ecstacy, but he swore the drummer was eye-fucking him during the whole first set.
“You okay?”
Ian jumped and gripped himself tighter, causing a moan to slip. Fuck, “Fine, just taking care of something…”
“Need help with that?” Ian froze for a second before answering.
Ian’s eyes widened when the stall opened, “Don’t you have to be back on stage in like ten minutes?”
The drummer smirked, “All I need is five.”
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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 · 26 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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suzy-queued · 1 month
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Movies
Thanks for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, @mmmichyyy!
Previously, on No Sleep 'Til Nashville … they've kissed, they've flirted, and now Ian wants to know if Mickey is still going through with this wedding plan. ---
Mickey sat too far away on the motel bed. “Why wouldn’t I go? Keith is my boyfriend. We live together.”
“How’s that gonna work out once the newlyweds get home?”
“I still want to go.”
This wasn’t right, goddammit. In the movies, a kiss leads to a romantic finale, not this stubborn insistence to stay on course.
Ian grasped at one last hope. “To win Keith back?”
Mickey inched closer. He held Ian’s chin. Broke into a smile. “To show him what a big mistake he made.”
This time, the kiss was only about the two of them. Fuckin’ finally.
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mzshko · 8 months
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Galladrabbles!
Thank you to @sickness-health-all-that-shit for the SWORN ENEMIES prompt and @galladrabbles, my lovelies. 🙌🙏😍
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Ian holds his breath. He knows where this is going, what he can’t stop from happening.
His muscles tense as the frantic jerking and sucking comes to a crescendo. His body sings, even as he strains against Mickey’s hold, but for entirely different reasons now. Weren’t they sworn fucking enemies just yesterday?
He collapses back into his bunk eventually, energy spent in the explosion of sensation he’s just experienced. He doesn’t speak, lets himself sink into that exhaustion, refusing to think about what he’s just allowed to happen. At the hands of his cellmate. Or, more precisely, the sonovabitch’s mouth.
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rayrayor · 2 months
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Thank you @galladrabbles and @mzshko for this weeks prompt of ratchet
Ian knows Lily is not a saint, Mickey not so much lol
Ratchet
"Tell me again why we are not grounding Lily."
“Mick, we curse. Just because you think she should be a perfect angel, we don’t just do a double standard because she is a girl.” Ian tried to soothe his husband's ruffled feathers.
She came back to the restaurant table after fleeing when Papa lectured her for saying fuck. The stubborn 15-year-old purposely sat next to Daddy and huffed.
“I saw your ex, Daddy. God, what did you see in him? He is soooooo ratchet.”
Ian grinned at Mickey and said, “ Still hate her cussing?"
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sisitrip · 1 year
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Galladrabble - "The Softening"
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Late for @gallawitchxx's (thank you!) @galladrabbles prompt "Tease", I offer "The Softening."
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“Ian left a stargazer on my nightstand.”
Mickey braces. 
“Sweet,” Mandy says absently. 
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“Ian engraved my ring. With our wedding date.” 
Clap back ready, Mickey waits.
“Nice!” Debbie says then changes the subject.
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“Ian’s taking me to an ax throwing brewery,” Mickey confesses. “Wants to spoil me tonight.” 
Iggy shrugs and resumes toking.
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“They stopped giving me shit about your romantic ass!” Mickey grumbles, wrapped in Ian’s bemused embrace.
“This upsets you? Why?” 
“They think I’m soft now.” 
Ian squeezes him. “They don’t tease anymore because you’re happy.”
Mickey sighs, accepting a kiss. 
“Still an ass-kicker.”
“Totally,” Ian murmurs, smiling.
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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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Galladrabbles
Sorry I'm late Harvey!
@galladrabbles from last week for @mikhailoisbaby's prompt "Childhood Comfort"
Ian had invited Mickey for Thanksgiving, after the shitshow last year he wanted happier holiday memories.
When Fiona handed Mickey a dish, a beautiful braided bread with a centered candle, he almost dropped it surprised.
“Kolach?” He looked to Ian.
“Wanted you to have a childhood comfort, since you’re with us, not your family. I know it’s more of a Christmasy food, but it’s what I could make easiest.” Ian said sheepishly.
“You made this?” Mickey asked, awestruck.
Ian nodded.
With watery eyes, Mickey reached for the bread with one hand, and Ian’s hand under the table with the other.
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