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gallavich a.u.gust 2025 by gallawitch

i'm mashing up both prompt lists as written for 30 days of AU abandon! let's have some fun this summer in 100+ words. thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!

catch up on day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10 | day 11 | day 12 | day 13 | day 14 | day 15 | day 16 | day 17 | day 18 | day 19 | day 20 | day 21 | day 22 | day 23

day 24: RESTAURANT/BAKERY x SOULMATES this one's dedicated to molly of @deathclassic, our fandom's very own baker!

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me… Mickey had been excited when a new restaurant appeared to be taking over the old sandwich shop. It’d been almost a year since it went under and Mickey was tired of walking to find food at whatever odd hours his boss had him working at the bakery. So when the lights were finally on, and with the FAMILY OWNED sign hanging in the window, Mickey had taken his cracked and peeling hands (perks of the bread business) and ordered a few things for pick-up. Most of the meal had been delicious—banana pancakes, fluffy enough to really soak up the syrup the way Mickey likes, hash-browns with just enough crisp to not get soggy on his walk back to the shop, and an extra strip of bacon thrown in, probably a nice touch to get guys like him coming back, which he would’ve—but then when he got to the freshly baked cake slice for dessert, he was met with a mouth full of buttercream and string? He’s baked a lot of cakes in his life, but never before has he accidentally added— What the fuck? The string, which was red to be exact, seemed to magically spool out of the half-eaten cake, crawling across the bakery floor, and out the front door! Mickey grabbed his jacket and followed the crimson trail like a hound dog, until the red string slipped under the door of the new restaurant. “Welcome back!” said the redheaded girl at the front. “Got a complaint,” Mickey huffed, flinging the cake box, string and all, onto the hostess stand. She took in the situation and a sharp breath. “Oh.” “Yeah, Oh! YEAH, OH!” “I’m so sorry, Sir. I think I know what happened, but I just—“ She grabbed the arm of a busboy with a buzz cut. “Hey Carl, can you watch the front for a second?” “I don’t know, Debs. Fiona doesn’t really trust me after last time…” Now that must be a story… “Then can you go get Ian?” Carl dropped his arms, resting his bus bin on the table in front of him. “IAN!” The redhead socked him. “I could’ve done that." Mickey started to think about his sister Mandy, and how the whole charade likely would’ve played out the same way between them, but then another ginger popped his head out of the back, his green eyes glowing and a light dusting of flour sprinkled across his already pale, freckled face. “Yeah?” Then, off of the red string spinning itself around his ankle, he added another, “Oh!” Mickey was about to spout off again, but then something tickled his leg. He looked down to see the other end of the string circling him. What the fuck?! Big Red—Ian—ran a hair through his slightly scruffy hair. “Watch your step, but c’mon back,” he said. “I guess we should talk.” And if Mickey agreed with his dick first, he can’t exactly blame that on the fucking red string, now can he?

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[CLASSIFIED] surveillance operations on Mickey Milkovich and Svetlana Yevgenivna, ties to the largest drug ring the US has ever seen. Name: [REDACTED] Age: [REDACTED] DOB: [REDACTED] OCCUPATION: [REDACTED]

a.u.gust day twenty five spies/assassins

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Pulling thorns out of my palm Work a midnight surgery +

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mickey finds solace in the music room at a very early age, as he grows his love for the violin grows with him

a.u.gust day twenty four orchestra

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gallavich a.u.gust 2025 by gallawitch

i'm mashing up both prompt lists as written for 30 days of AU abandon! let's have some fun this summer in 100+ words. thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!

catch up on day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10 | day 11 | day 12 | day 13 | day 14 | day 15 | day 16 | day 17 | day 18 | day 19 | day 20 | day 21 | day 22

day 23: REALITY SHOW x SHAPESHIFTING

There’s an old adage that asks, A bird can love a fish, but where would they build a home? But the new, prime-time, reality show SHAPE OF MY HEART says the sky’s—or the sea’s—the limit! Now searching for Shifters looking for love to join the inaugural cast! Ian, 23, read the casting call a few times before the idea to apply settles under his skin. Once it’s there though, he can’t shake it. He needs to get out of his regular dating pool—literally. Ian, who shifts into a swordfish, cannot date another guy with gills. He just never expected to be picked! The SHAPE OF MY HEART villa is gorgeous! Neon-hued decor, a fully stocked kitchen, and a poolside gym Ian knows he’ll be spending an ample amount of time in.

Even better, he’s meeting all kinds of Shifters: Kerry, 24, who comes from a long line of ancient wolves. Matthew, 29, a long-haired fox who shifts into… you guessed it… a red-tailed fox. Scott, 26, a late bloomer who was sssimply sssstartled the first time he turned into a diamondback snake. And of course, Mickey, 25, whose jet-black hair matches the long, plush plumage of his raven body, his eyes piercing and mysterious and always trained on Ian. Ian thinks of the show’s original reference of birds and fish, feeling the challenge course through his blood. If everything works out as Ian wants, he’ll make a home anywhere Mickey is.

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ian’s butt crack got 🚩🚩🚩😭😂

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So I used the randomizer for the a.u.gust drabble I wanted to do and got "genderbend". So here I am, clearly not writing a drabble bc I was wrapped in trans!Mickey smut and couldn't get out. @gallavichthings 🧡

The bass was heavy, rattling through Mickey’s ribs like it wanted to shake something loose. He didn’t dance, not usually, but he’d had three shots of something cheap and glittering and the floor was packed and sweaty. Which was the point.

There was a tall redhead weaving through the crowd like he belonged there. Green eyes caught Mickey’s, and for a second Mickey thought about bolting. But then Red smiled, confident and Mickey’s body stayed put.

They moved together without talking. Mickey hated how natural it felt, like his hips already knew the rhythm. Red leaned close, breath warm against his ear.

“You a bottom?”

Mickey barked a laugh, sharp and mean on instinct. “Jesus, straight to the point, huh?”

Red just grinned.

So Mickey shrugged, like it didn’t matter. “’m trans,” he said. “Got two holes to fill. Pick one.”

There was a beat, one of those dangerous seconds where the wrong face, the wrong smirk, could make everything collapse. Mickey braced for it, jaw tight.

But Red didn’t flinch. His grin only widened, crooked at the edges. “Lucky me then,” he said, low enough Mickey almost didn’t hear over the music.

The tension broke and Mickey felt his shoulders drop, a rush of heat crawling up his neck that had nothing to do with the crowd. He hated how much that smile disarmed him.

“Buy me a drink first, firecrotch,” Mickey muttered.

“We can drink afterwards,” the Redhead replied, voice low and steady.

His hand found Mickeys hip and tightened, not rough, just firm enough to make it clear who was leading. The bass still pounded outside, but in the slipstream of bodies Red cut a path, tugging Mickey with him. Mickey let it happen, surprised at himself how little fight he wanted to put up.

The hallway to the bathrooms was darker, cooler, the air thick with sweat and cologne. The man pushed through the door, crowd noise muffled behind them, and steered Mickey inside.

The mirror was cracked, the fluorescent light flickering overhead, but Red didn’t seem to notice. He guided him into a stall, pressed him gently back against the tiled wall, his body close but not crushing, his hand again on Mickey’s hip like it belonged there.

“You just look at me or are you getting on me?” Mickey muttered a smirk tugging at his mouth.

Red leaned in, close enough that Mickey caught the heat of his breath, the edge of a grin. “You're my first trans guy. Getting a little help would be nice.”

Mickey’s heart hammered louder than the bass outside. He told himself it was the shots, the rush, the crush of the club, but it wasn’t. It was the way Red looked at him: steady, and hungry and the heat radiating off him like fire.

He grabbed Red by the shirt and yanked him down into a kiss.

It was brutal. Teeth clashing, spit, tongues fighting for space. Red laughed against his mouth, then shoved back harder, swallowing the sound Mickey made when he lost his breath.

The kiss ripped through Mickey’s defenses, so he dragged him closer, fist tight in fabric, grinding against him like he couldn’t stand the space between them. It wasn’t sweet, wasn’t careful, just hot, messy and desperate. Mickey muttered curses into the heat of their mouths while they fumbled their pants open.

His hand shot down, pressing Red against him, already wet through his boxers. “You ever been with a pussy before?” he rasped.

Red shook his head, let Mickey guide him inside his shorts. “Got my clit right here. Rub it while you fuck me. Front or back, you decide. Rubber?”

A nod. Red’s hand was already digging in his jeans, rubber packet torn open with his teeth. Mickey’s eyes widened when he saw the size of him. He was thick, heavy and just perfect. He bit down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, couldn’t wait, hadn’t had one that big in forever.

Hands slid under clothes, finding bare skin, mapping scars and heat, until Red rolled the condom on. Mickey hooked a leg around his hip, pulling him in. The cold tile dug into Mickey’s back, but the press of Red’s body, the weight of him, made it vanish.

“Don’t waste time,” Mickey growled with a crooked smile.

Red shoved forward, pushing the monster of his cock into Mickey’s cunt. The stretch was brutal, perfect, made Mickey arch off the wall with a gasp he tried to swallow against Red’s shoulder. They moved fast, rough, bodies slamming, sweat already slick between them, like the beat of the club had taken root in their veins.

Mickey bit down hard on Red’s shoulder, muffling the ragged moans that tore out of him anyway. Red pinned him tighter, fucking him like he owned him, every thrust harder than the last.

“Turn around,” Red growled. He pulled out, spun Mickey himself, bending him forward. The rough handling left Mickey panting. Then Red was back, cock pressed to his ass, slick with Mickey’s own wetness.

He spread his legs wider, pushing back to him. “Do it.”

Red eased in slow, kissing down Mickey’s shoulder as he sank into the tight heat.

“Fuck me already,” Mickey snapped, desperate.

Red only grinned, hooked an arm under Mickey’s knee to haul it up, opening him deeper. His other hand found Mickey’s clit, rubbing circles over the soaked flesh while he drove in hard.

“Jesus,” Red hissed against his ear. “What I could do with both these holes in my bed…”

The filthy promise made Mickey whimper, body trembling under the double assault.

It didn’t take long. Mickey came first. Sharp and sudden, cunt clenching down hard. Red followed with a broken laugh, grin crooked, forehead dropping against Mickey’s back like it was the easiest thing in the world.

For a moment there was only the hum of the fluorescent light, their ragged breaths trying to catch up. Then Mickey smirked, tugging his shirt back into place.

“Owe me a drink.”

Red spun him around, stole another kiss. Slower this time, deep and lingering before pulling back with a dangerous glint. “Yeah. And a tour of my bedroom.”

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ian sneaks into the circus with his younger siblings and comes across mickey, the circus' daredevil

a.u.gust day twenty three circus

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r/Ex_Foster

u/M_Aleks • OP: I’m alive today because of what a fellow foster kid said to me back in Chicago in 2002.

TL;DR — a fellow foster kid told me that it’s not a weakness to cry, which was pretty profound considering we were both 7-8 years old back then. I still live by those words today.

Thanks Red, wherever you are now. I owe you one.

Written for the Gallavich A.U.gust 2025 Writing Challenge by @gallavichthings (prompt: foster care/juvie).

Read here on AO3 🌻

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gallavich a.u.gust 2025 by gallawitch

i'm mashing up both prompt lists as written for 30 days of AU abandon! let's have some fun this summer in 100+ words. thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!

catch up on day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10 | day 11 | day 12 | day 13 | day 14 | day 15 | day 16 | day 17 | day 18 | day 19 | day 20 | day 21

day 22: PRISON x FORCED PROXIMITY

“It’s cool that you’re reading, but could you take it easy on the pages?” “Oh please! This comin’ from the asshole who nearly broke the sound barrier yesterday pickin’ his fuckin’ teeth!” The bickering is new. Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich have been cellmates for six months and it’s shocking how quiet the first four were when compared to the last two. But something had broken open between these two criminals (Ian: Arson, regrettably. Mickey: Attempted Murder, allegedly), and there was clearly no putting the cat back in the bag. Their neighbor Enzo hates it, and makes it clear just how much nightly when he yells through the vents. They’ll probably be hearing from him soon if they keep it up, which they will. “Excuse me for trying to maintain dental hygiene in this fucking pigsty–” “Fuck off.” “–with Slopmaster Flex over here.” “That supposed ta be me?” “Who else would I mean, dipshit?” They might not have known each other when Mickey was first thrown in A20, but being from the same neighborhood, and knowing the same fucked up assholes their whole lives, cemented the dynamic fairly quickly once they got talking. Ian sometimes wishes they never had, as he misses the silence, but wouldn’t give up the beautiful sight of Mickey’s flared nostrils for anything. (Not that he’d admit that if asked.) And Mickey loves everything about this mouthy melée, and the way Gallagher’s toned chest puffs up when he’s pissed. (Fuck you. A man likes what he likes.) “Just keep it down, Mickey.” “Mind yer fuckin’ business, Gallagher.” “YOU’RE BOTH QUEENS, OKAY? NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP.” “Fuck you, Enzo!” “Stay outta this!!”

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MICKEY MILKOVICH in every scene 26/?

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they're violent, they're a menace, they're the first high profile rebel teens. they're teddy boys.

a.u.gust day twenty two 60's

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gallavich a.u.gust 2025 by gallawitch

i'm mashing up both prompt lists as written for 30 days of AU abandon! let's have some fun this summer in 100+ words. thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!

catch up on day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10 | day 11 | day 12 | day 13 | day 14 | day 15 | day 16 | day 17 | day 18 | day 19 | day 20

day 21: PIRATE x NOT U.S. AMERICANS thank you to this news story for the inspiration!

----------------------------------- Ukrainian Citizen Wanted as Country’s First Modern-Day Sea Pirate -----------------------------------

Ian Gallagher will catch Mikhailo Milkovich if it’s the last thing he does. The man is good, but not that good. He’s on the run. His initial hijacking was sloppy—Who demands $500,000 and settles for $6,000?—and even though he’s proven adept in fakes and forgeries, phony papers are only going to get him so far. He can’t run forever. When the case first came across his desk, Ian thought it was a joke. Sure, the Somalis made the news a while back, but other than being Hollywood Oscar bait, that story failed to resurrect the crime of sea piracy. But sure enough, some Ukrainian asshole that had been hired as a security guard ended up being the safety risk, when he stole some weapons and attempted to commandeer the ship and its crew. Pillage it’s resources and plunder its previously charted course. And Ian has no doubt the authorities in Kyiv will be the ones to nab the lone man currently evading capture, but as long as he’s on Interpol's payroll, he’ll do his damnedest to put the bastard behind bars… …even if it’s only to see his dangerous combination of black hair, blue eyes, and pink, pouty lips in person, alive, and pissed the fuck off.

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💘 god bless mickey milkovich, he’s gotta be my favorite #shameless character 💘 • a few days ago i started this series again and I’m already obsessed with this guy, help 😂

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Do you love the '80s? College AUs? The warmth and coziness of holidays? Ahhh, then you should check out chapter 4 of Forever Yours which just dropped. Becki did such an amazing job with this prompt.

Forever Yours

A 5+1 story: five universes where Ian and Mickey don't get their happily ever after ... and one where they do.

Read chapter four or start from the beginning.

Thank you to @gallavichthings for organizing!

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AUgust post idk how many.

Pets :)

I’m so tired lol.

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“Why is it looking at me like that? I don’t fuckin’ like it…” Mickey said, staring at the chubby rodent in his husband's hands.

“Well… you said no baby. So I thought guinea pig would be the next best option.”

“Does it have a name?”

“I was thinking Pretzel. He’s brown and white n’ stuff..”

“We can keep him if we name him Maverick.”

“Fine. Maverick it is.” Ian handed Maverick to Mickey. The second Maverick crawled into Mickey’s hands,

“HE TOOK A SHIT ON MY HAND!” Mick danced about like a little girl screaming in terror while Ian laughed.

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gallavich a.u.gust 2025 by gallawitch

i'm mashing up both prompt lists as written for 30 days of AU abandon! let's have some fun this summer in 100+ words. thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!

catch up on day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10 | day 11 | day 12 | day 13 | day 14 | day 15 | day 16 | day 17 | day 18 | day 19

day 20: PETS x MYTHOLOGY

Stories about Mount Olympus sound amazing, but after living in a crowded house with five other powerful beings, Ian knows it must have been anything but. First, there’s Fiona, who rules over lost things but can’t seem to find herself. Then, Lip, who’s smarter than everyone else, but indulges his dick and the demand to drink. Debbie and Carl took a bit longer to develop, but their potentials for care-taking and protection are shaping up nicely. And Liam is the best of them all, with a heart as big as his capacity to survive anything. No one’s quite sure what his handicap is yet, but they hope they never discover one. Ian’s well aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and so is everyone else: Physical grace, agility and aptitude, but also mental instability, madness, and a nature that’s grown volatile in recent years. Getting the dog was supposed to help with the latter—to temper and soften his spirits. Ian knew the three-headed beast would never be able to soothe what ailed him, but over time, having Trike around did make things easier. He made him laugh with silly tricks and thundering snores, and was comforting company when the nights were long and the voices were loud. Still, there was one huge issue… It’s not Trike’s fault, though he is the reason for it, because every dog needs to go to the veterinarian, and in this case, the divine doctor happens to be Mikhailo, whose potent hands can hurt as much as they can heal, and who Ian’s been trying to stay away from ever since their brief, but passionate affair. Mikhailo may be a god in all of the ways that count, but he doesn’t need some diseased deity dragging him down to the depths. Still, Trike has three mouths, and that’s a lot of trips to the doggy dentist…