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"On the Ropes"

In the back office, dozens of tens and twenties danced before his eyes. Kevin counted his money and his blessings, as V. stood to the side and shook her head in disgust. Unperturbed, Kev reminded his wife that this money would go a long way towards paying their daughters’ private school tuition. When Veronica still gave him no reprieve, he added that what she was seeing was only what they’d taken in so far for food and drinks tonight, and that the actual main event, the real money-maker, was sold out and had been sold out for weeks.

To Kev’s utter delight, it seemed like most of The Alibi Room’s regular and not-so-regular patrons had bought tickets for the no-holds barred grudge match at 100 bucks a pop. With that added tidbit of information, V. pecked Kev on the cheek and informed him that she was going upstairs to get changed. She still wasn’t happy about any of it, but when the numbers started adding up like a motherfucker, she had to cut her husband some slack and jump on the bandwagon.

Kev had no idea how everybody’d been able to afford the ticket price, and he honestly didn’t care. He was just happy that they could afford it. His best guess was that people would just go to extremes to see other people beat the shit out of each other—budgets be damned. More likely than not, the history and mystery surrounding the fighters had added to the appeal and had kept people spending money they really didn’t have.

Story went that back in the day, the two fellas had a rough start after a misunderstanding, but they’d managed to sort it all out and had become close:  Hanging out at each other’s houses. Taking walks and palling around down at the dugouts back behind the high school. Chasing each other through alleys and abandoned buildings; passing cigarettes back and forth and sharing shot gunned beers as two teen-aged boys tend to do.

Maybe they were closer than a couple of guys on the Southside ought to be for their own good. And that particular brand of “closeness” was okay with some but definitely NOT okay with a whole Hell of a lot of others. Kev knew that the rumors were 100% true. There was a time when you couldn’t see one man without the other, when each one would have called the other not only their best friend, but their most important person in the world. Kev also knew that regardless of how close the two of them may have been once, there was bad blood between the two men now.

Just like in the very beginning, it had all started with a misunderstanding. Only this time, nobody but the two of them knew what had happened. The situation evolved into multiple verbal disagreements, and over time the animosity had grown so much that the two couldn’t be around each other without punches flying. V had almost banned them from the Alibi completely after one of their biggest brawls had ended with minor damage to the bar. However, Kevin had taken notice of how entertained the other patrons had been and his plan had been hatched, much to his wife’s utter dismay.

Little did V. know, but the REAL money to be made was on the bets. The pools had gotten to be so ridiculously high that Kev had to get help from the smartest person he knew: Lip. Tammi had even gotten in on the act as no paying customer felt it was fair for one of the fighters’ brothers to hold on to the money. But his baby mama having it was A-okay.

Both men agreed to steer clear of each other and instead work out all their anger in front of a crowd for a cut of the profits. With gas like that to fuel the fire, the bout was bound to be explosive. He was thankful, but Kev could still barely believe that the biggest fight of the century was gonna be taking place in the ring that he’d had built. But hey, he’d always heard that everything happened for a reason.

Kev and V had managed to reclaim their property back at a steal when the new owner had bailed and Southern life hadn’t agreed with the Fisher-Ball family after all. After having to come back to Chicago when their plans fizzed out, seeing the wall between the Alibi and what used to be space for Kev Fit knocked down was a shocking blow. But Kevin didn’t see any of it as the setback that V. did though.

It felt right to him to be coming back home to the Southside just as Fiona was, and now, Ian and Mickey were too. Nobody else had ever left, and Kev thought that if he concentrated really hard, he could even feel old Frank’s spirit slouching on his favorite bar stool, trying to figure out how to score a free drink while dead. And the wall? Kev would just see that as a sign that obstacles were being moved out of the way and that better things were waiting ahead for everybody. And, thanks to Kev and fate, Mickey and Ian were definitely gonna be close again tonight. What could be better than that?

A newly returned V shook her head and put her hands on her hips, drawing Kev out of his musings.

“If you insist on going through with this mess, I guess it’s time to get the show started,” V. huffed and turned to leave the back office.

“Wait!” Kev cried out, “Where the fuck are the rest of your clothes?!”

Veronica Fisher-Ball, former dominatrix and eternal beauty turned around to face her spouse. She was dressed, or rather barely dressed, head-to-toe in one of her baddest Dom costumes that had survived the Great Purge of the Southern Exodus: Her neck and torso were fully enwrapped in see-through red lace. Upon her arms were velvet red gloves adorned with little black roses. The black scrap of fabric that Kevin could just make out between her legs HAD to be a thong.

On her legs were black fishnets, and upon her feet were the tallest red stilettos that Kevin had ever seen. In her hands was a sign that simply read “Enjoy the fight” on one side. There was something written on the other side, but Kevin couldn’t make it out from that angle.

When she felt Kev had gotten his fill, V. just smiled sweetly and replied, “Hey, it’s all about making some money, right babe? I gotta do my part too!!!” She jiggled her tits and sauntered out to loud applause.

Before Kev could even catch his breath, he heard V. “doing her part” as the combination emcee and ring girl. “In this corner, wearing true blue and standing at 6’0” and weighing in at 160 pounds, is Ian “Fighting Irish” Gallagher!”

Kevin poked his head through the crack in the door and saw that the house lights were turned down and the spotlights were on. An Irish rap song blared through the surround sound as Ian slowly and confidently approached the ring. The crowd was going wild! Debbie bobbed her head, and Frannie sang along from behind the bar as Ian ducked down and climbed into the ring.

In addition to Tami and Lip, he’d hired the rest of the friends and family to help out with sights and sounds, and odds and ends, and it all seemed to be going well. He looked around and saw patrons eating and drinking, so Carl could still be trusted with the booze and Fiona still hadn’t poisoned anybody yet. Liam gave him a “thumbs up” sign from behind the register, letting him know that everyone was paying cash and not trying any “tab” bullshit tonight.

Kev sighed and thought to himself, ‘This is happening! This is really happening!’

“And in this corner, wearing mean green and standing at 5’7” and weighing in at 130 pounds, Mikhailo “Dirty White” Milkovich!”

Once again, V.’s voice broke through Kev’s train of thought. Debbie gave Frannie a signal and the light changed color and flashed to Mickey coming into view in the opposite direction. Heavy Metal blared loudly as Mickey quickly and rather energetically traversed the room before jumping into the ring and cursing loudly at Ian.

“You big red motherfucker! You just wait ‘til I get my hands on you! You fuckn’!”

Mickey seemed to be absolutely enraged, as he advanced towards the other man. But Ian just eyed him coldly. The crowd seemed to eat up their odd mix of heat and ice.

V. let them stew for a few tense moments before waving her sign around, flipping it over, and explaining the rules of the fight, “Don’t fuck up my shit and don’t get the cops called. Now FIGHT!!!”

At once, Mickey came out swinging, but Ian used his advanced arm-length to plant one big, meaty, glove-wrapped paw on the top of Mick’s head and hold him in place, which only served to further anger the shorter man. Then, Ian started to move. He began to advance on Mickey until the other man was on the ropes.

Of course, all of Kev’s money had gone on Ian. He knew Mickey was probably naturally the better fighter, but Ian’s reach put Mickey at a severe disadvantage, and everyone had borne witness to it tonight. Kev hoped that Ian would at least stretch it out a bit and give the people a show for their money. The crowd only gasped in anticipation of how bad the beating was gonna be.

For his part, Mickey winced, waiting for the blow to come, but the “Fighting Irish” had other plans. Ian bent down and planted a hot, wet kiss right on “Dirty White’s” lips, right there in the ring. Right there on the ropes. Mickey immediately opened his mouth to him and soon it was painfully obvious that the fight was over.

The crowd sat in shocked disbelief.

Ian reluctantly pulled his lips away from Mickey’s and eased his weight off of the other man, never fulling breaking contact.

“I’m sorry,” Ian murmured so softly, clearly meant for only Mickey’s ears.

Mickey looked up at Ian tentatively. “Apologies with no change, Ian. Remember what the therapist said? There has to be change, man.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. We can flip-fuck four nights a month instead of three.”

With that, Mickey walked Ian to the other side of the ring and kissed him silly on the ropes.

Veronica happily turned over her “Enjoy the show” sign. On the back was “NO REFUNDS FOLKS!!!” And in smaller writing was “We are licensed, bonded, and insured for entertainment purposes only. We are NOT affiliated with nor governed by any legal gambling entities and will only pay out funds for clear wins. Funds will NOT be returned for “No contests,” forfeits, or other outcomes beyond the house’s control, or where a winner has not been unequivocally determined. All proceeds held in trust will then go to the house for entertainment fees.”

Gotta love Sports! @gallavichthings

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Hello and welcome to Gallavich Week 2025!

This year we're back to one-word general prompts and I hope you're ready to get creative!

Gallavich Week 2025 will run 15-21 of June. As always, all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines after the break before posting.

Day 1 (June 15) - Sports

Day 2 (June 16) - Lights

Day 3 (June 17) - Laughter

Day 4 (June 18) - Pain

Day 5 (June 19) - Riding

Day 6 (June 20) - Rainbow

Day 7 (June 21) - Free

CREATING AND POSTING GUIDELINES (After the break)

How do I participate?

You don’t have to subscribe to anything or announce what you’re doing, you just have to post your work on the appropriate day and tag me on the body of the post using @gallavichthings. It’s important that you tag me properly so that I can be sure to see your post and reblog it.

What types of works are accepted?

Any kind of original fan work is accepted, including but not limited to: fanart, fanfiction (no minimum words required), graphics, gifs and gifsets, videos, and fanmixes. Yes, meta and polls are also accepted (though I do request that you either try to keep them within the theme for each day or post them on the Free Day).

When can I start posting?

I’ll always make one initial post for each day, at 12am GMT. After that, post away!

Can I still participate even if I don’t have a Tumblr account?

Absolutely! Just submit something here (http://gallavichthings.tumblr.com/submit).

Can I post on other social media platforms?

You sure can, but I only have Twitter, which I don't check that often anymore, so I do encourage you to post here as well, so it can be seen by more people.

Is there an AO3 Collection?

Yes, right here. Participation is not mandatory though, and you can rest assured this Collection will not be deleted.

Can I post something that I’ve already posted before?

No, sorry. The works should have been created specifically for GW. You can, however, create a sequel or a different version of a previous work.

Can I post something that is not in English?

Of course. Just make sure that it is original, or that you have the original author’s permission (and, in that case, link to the original too).

Can I make R-rated works?

Yes, just please give any necessary warnings and tell us the rating at the very beginning of the post. If the post is visual (like a fanart or a gifset), it would be nice for you to also tag it accordingly - Tumblr now allowes you to select if a post is deemed for mature audiences or not. It’s not mandatory, but if possible put it under a Read More here on Tumblr and under a spoilers mark (so it’s not instantly visible) on Twitter.

Can I post something that’s AU?

Sure thing! Tag it accordingly though, both for those who want to avoid it and for those who’d like to find it.

Can I post supernatural works, mpreg, or genderbends?

Yes! But if it’s a fic, please include it in the warnings.

Can I post more than one work?

Definitely! The more, the merrier. You can post as many works as you want, on as many days as you want, be it one post per day or ten on the same day. Anything goes!

Can I post on more than one day? Do I have to make something for each day?

Again, the more, the merrier! You can post on only one or all days if you wish!

Can I make one work that fits two or more themes?

Sure thing. I only ask that you post it on the day of the last theme included. For example, if you are posting a work that includes the theme from Day 1 and the theme from Day 4, post it on day 4 (just make sure to tell me that it includes both).

Can I write a multi-chaptered fanfiction?

Yes, and you don’t have to post everything either. When you do, just be sure to include either a masterpost, or the links to the previous chapters in the beginning.

Can I include other characters/pairings in my work?

Yes, as long as Gallavich is still the focus.

What if I can’t finish on time?

The Gallavich fandom is ALWAYS happy to see new fan material, so just post it when you’re done and tag me, ok? The same goes for people who can’t finish a work on the assigned theme day; you can still post it on a different day during GW, just make it clear which day it was made for.

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Galladrabbles:BossHoss—Prison of Passion

Thank you @shippergirl121fic for this awesome prompt! Long live @galladrabbles!!!

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Mickey watched the creamy white substance he projected hit just the side of Ian’s face. The younger man cried out and blushed a deep red that rivaled the shimmering crimson locks of his hair, yet his heated gaze remained focused on Mickey the entire time.

Gallagher had been the star of his dreams for ages—

way before Mandy’d gotten her stupid ass hetero crush on him. Mickey Milkovich, closeted super thug,never thought one of his deepest, darkest fantasies would come true. He shrugged, returning to the passionate prison in his mind. Hurling the dip would have to do…for now.

[gallabitch73]

Thanks to @millennium-time-machine for this week's prompt for @galladrabbles

This is a continuation from last week. I couldn't fit the science fiction but I can put the fiction...lol. enjoy!

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Ian blinked in amazement. How is this man security? They don't do background checks? “Uh. Sorry. Y-you just really look like-”.

“The guy you saw last week at the convenience store robbery? Yep. That's me.” Mickey nodded and leaned on the counter.

“How are you working as security?”

“I'm also an informant for the local fuzz.” Mickey sniffed as he looked away uncomfortably 

Ian audibly chuckled. He was starting to think he was in some kind weird fictional novel. “You’re serious right now?”

“Uh, yeah. Anyway. Just continue whatever you do; don't mind me.” Mickey disappeared down the chip isle.

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The Red Alien and The Space Cowboy 👽 🤠

Here is my submission for the @galladrabbles "Science Fiction," submitted by @millennium-time-machine

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“…and then the Red Alien told the Space Cowboy that he would do whatever he said for the rest of their lives WITHOUT complaining, and they lived happily ever after. The End.”

Unfortunately for Mickey, Ruby had fallen asleep before he got to the ending of their bedtime story. Mickey smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead then headed to the door.

As he gently closed the door, Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey and whispered “Really? THAT'S the ending you gave the story?”

As Mickey turned in Ian’s arms he said “fuck yea, anything can happen in a science fiction.”

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Galladrabbles: Science Fiction, II

Loving this week's awesome prompt from @millennium-time-machine so much, I had to give it another shot!!! Long live @galladrabbles!!!

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"I like f**king carrot tops, like, with the freckles and the pale skin and f**king alien-looking.”

The Malicious Interstellar Capture/Kill agent couldn’t believe his luck. He’d been told there was a big chance he’d find Intergalactic Android Nine here at this establishment of ill repute. Now all he had to do was wait as his enemy approached him, having been lured over by its insatiable lust to mate all other lifeforms. The vile beast tapped M.I.C.K.’s back, unaware they had met before.

The agent turned around and presented his protruding belly to his erstwhile lover. “I always get my man.”

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Galladrabbles: Science Fiction

Loving this week's awesome prompt from @millennium-time-machine!!! Long live @galladrabbles!!!

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"I like f**king carrot tops, like, with the freckles and the pale skin and f**king alien-looking.”

Intergalactic Android Nine’s hearing receptors delighted in the intriguing being’s words.

On a mission to mate and infiltrate this primitive race, he’d never imagined that he’d find such an attractive prospect and so soon.

He glided over and recognized this one as male, but it made no difference. His species could reproduce with all sexes.

I.A.N. touched the other male’s back and was shocked when he turned around.

“I always get my man,” beamed M.I.C.K. The Malicious Interstellar Capture/Kill agent had found him again.

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In which Mickey gets fuckin’ wasted and ends up at the Gallagher home and starts yelling for Ian and he has flowers bc maybe he’s a fucking sap when he’s /that/ drunk, shut up

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Ian was like…I can think of something he wants more but it won’t fit in an envelope and I’m kind of attached to it.

mandy: it's the only thing he ever wants... ian: 😐🤨😶

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Shameless Big Bang Round 13 Recap

We laughed, we cried, we read 18 kickass stories with accompanying artwork! Thanks to all the authors, artists, and betas who participated this round <3 Here's a roundup of all the fics and art from round 13!

A Series of Unfortunate Dates by @wehangout with art by @geonbaeeeesblog

Of Vampires and Men by @mybrainismelted with art by @filorux

Fire When Ready by @francesrose3 and @suzy-queued with art by @kiennilove

Bite by @ohkate with art by @badassfetish

Whispers From the Wrong Side of Town by @nozenfordaddy with art by @gallapiech

Every Storm by @rayrayor with art by @badassfetish

American Tradition by @ange1sang with art by @suzy-queued

Someone To Save You by @sickness-health-all-that-shit with art by @cal-tastrophe

When You Know, You Know, You Know? by @spacerockwriting with art by @mikcrymilkovich

Forward by @gallabitch73 with art by @deathclassic

Just to be Free Again by @ms-moonlight-inn and @notherenewjersey with art by @gallabitch73

Tomato Season by @echotrees with art by @gallapiech

Don't by @hellcat1980 with art by @darlingian

Echoes of Us by @mickeyheartian with art by @deathclassic

Moth to Flame by @mickwentz with art by @deedala

Breathe Me by @solitarycreaturesthey with art by @konaiiro

Number Neighbors by @hell-yeah-stargazer-lilies with art by @aloonatlast

Back in Black by @smittybus22 with art by @wasmickeyadopted

(I believe there will be a couple more art pieces when final chapters are posted, so I'll come back and link any more once they're up.)

See you all next time!

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I would tell my heart to be still, but it can't. 😍

Mr Fisher. 🩵

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4.08//5.06

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Never have I loved him more than in this scene!

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grumpy old gallavich

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~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

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Happy Birthday to our Noel Fisher!🌈💗🌈💗

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Galladrabbles: Galladrabbles 😍

Thank goodness for @galladrabbles! Here's to 50 more years (at least)!!!

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“Noel, you won’t believe this!” Cam exclaimed excitedly at Comic Con.

“What are you going on about now?” Noel replied wearily, almost over Cameron’s infectious enthusiasm.

“People are still making fics about us! In 2024!” Cam said, pointing to his laptop.

“You must be kidding! Lemme see that…” Noel replied, turning Cam’s screen around. “Galladrabbles? What the f*ck is a Galladrabble?!”

“From what I can see, it’s little stories about Gallavich.”

 “What kind of stories?”

“All different kinds. This one chick, this Gallabitch73, her stuff is pretty racy!”

Noel read over one juicy prompt.  “It’s racy alright…wanna act it out?”