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i so would love to read about ian and mickey in an apocalyptic scenario, if someone has any fic suggestions i’d love to give them a read!

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-What if I offer you a job? -As what, getaway car driver?

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Ian closes the door behind them. He turns around, plans on asking Mickey if he’d like to talk or eat something or maybe just hang out for a little bit. But before he can do any of those things, Mickey’s lips are on his in a fiery, heated exchange. Pent-up arousal, still simmering. Oh. Well. That works too.

Rating: E

Word Count: 6,605

NEW TAGS: frottage, sexting, phone sex, dates (the activity not the fruit), birthdays

READ ON AO3

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Thanks to @twinklyylights for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt of “thank you” 💖

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The text comes through as Mickey is looking for the beads.

He’s going to ignore it but something makes him check.

Iggy: coming home early. dad in bad mood. gonna drop him off & go 2 alibi.

Fuck. Mickey shouts for Ian to get dressed and hustles him out of the house.

Spends a frantic few minutes hiding anything that might show he wasn’t home alone.

By the time Terry arrives, Mickey is calmly sitting on the couch smoking.

“Thank you.” Mickey says to Iggy later.

“What for?”

“The heads up.” He says. For saving my fuckin’ life, he thinks.

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drawing ian 13 years apart

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Adding another to the Polaroid series ! Hope yall enjoy

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Hi Gallavich friends :) I am excited to share this week's prompt which is:

"Thank you"

As a challenge, I'm letting you know that I have my own idea for this prompt ;) I wonder if any of you will write it!

Do with that what you will, but don't feel pressured! Write whatever fuels your Gallavich heart <3!

I can't wait to see what you all do with this! Everyone here is so talented :))

Hey N'dia,

THANK YOU for your prompt this week!

We hope you will show us your drabble bingo card after this week is over 😉

Everyone say "THANK YOU!" to N'dia!

Happy Drabbling Everyone!

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Thanks @deedala @doshiart and @metalheadmickey for this adorable picrew.

Play along if you'd like @energievie @look-i-love-u @callivich @mmmichyyy @michellemisfit @blue-disco-lights @sweetbee78 @creepkinginc @ian-galagher

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🌜🖤 saturday night picrew 🖤🌜

hiii julissa!!! thank you for tagging in this cute picrew! 🖤

tagging and to say hello 🖤 @jrooc @creepkinginc @lingy910y @suzy-queued @blue-disco-lights @mybrainismelted @deathclassic @gallapiech @sam-loves-seb @energievie @stocious @darlingian @vintagelacerosette @grumble-fish @ms-moonlight-inn @sgtmickeyslaughter  @mickeym4ndy @transsexual-dandelions @michellemisfit @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool @mmmichyyy @swiftfootedachilles @krysmiss @sleepyheadgallavich @astaraels only if you want to play ✨

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mini moodboard story challenge [x] | [x] | [x] | [x] [ more ]

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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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love the dynamics between them five🥺

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gallavich kiss #43 please hehe

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#43: ...out of greed

Holy fuck.

Mickey Milkovich is in your bed.

If it hadn’t happened to you—if you couldn’t still taste the tang of his spunk in the back of your throat—you might not believe that it happened at all. Most have a better shot at winning the lottery than they do at seeing the business end of the permanently inked vines and chains that intertwine before disappearing beneath the cuff of Mickey’s rolled-up sleeves. In the three years you’ve been harboring a dangerous crush on your best friend and roommate’s brother, you’ve never known anyone who’s made the acquaintance of the huge blue lilies that bloom across his chest, swirling around soft pink nipples.

Until now.

Until you.

Holy fuck!

Mickey Milkovich is in your bed!

The previous night had seemed like any other Friday night: Mandy had insisted on having people over, and you were too impressed by her continual efforts to make friends to put up much of a fuss. Besides, you knew the chances were good that her foul-mouthed doppelgänger would show up before the night was over, a cigarette dangling from his sinful lips.

And you were right—ten minutes after midnight, your Southside Cinderella sauntered through the door and headed straight towards you, plopping his perfect ass down next to you on your ratty couch.

Long night? you’d asked, offering him a sip of your beer.

Your reward was a cock of his expressive brows and the pleasure of watching him swallow. ‘M just gettin’ started, Red.

You didn't expect the nickname, so it hit you square in the gut, which is how you found yourself in the alleyway behind your apartment building, smoking a spliff as Mickey’s greedy gaze roamed your recovering body.

Thanks to school and meds and a pair of lagoon-blue eyes, it’d been a minute since you’d gotten any real action. But historically, you'd been good at picking up what’s put down, and Mickey seemed to be laying his cards on your table, one lick of his slightly chapped lips at a time.

You could have blamed the weed seeping into your system, or maybe it was the primal pulse of the full moon overhead that made your blood sing and your hands itch... Either way, your belly burned too bright to bear, and before you could stop yourself, you shoved a shocked—but smiling—Mickey up against the wall.

Sorry, Mandy, you thought as you looped your fingers underneath her brother's gold chain necklace and pulled his hips flush against yours. The need was just too great, and your willpower was far too compromised to hold back any longer.

Your lips against his could have destroyed whole universes.

Funny thing was, you wouldn’t have cared one bit.

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Blur

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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Fictional Tag Game

Thank you for the tag on this, @energievie @mybrainismelted @doshiart @creepkinginc. As you can see, I needed some time to think it over!

favorite fictional character from a movie? It's hard to beat No-Face from Spirited Away.

favorite fictional character from tv? Prince Vegeta

favorite fictional character of all time? I probably have to be honest and say Han Solo

if you could be irl friends with any three fictional characters, who? April Ludgate from Parks and Rec, Robin Scherbatsky from HIMYM, and Lindsay Weir from Freaks and Geeks. We would sit in the back row of life and make fun of everything.

favorite fictional couple: Gallavich. Nothing else has come close.

okay, you can only choose one fictional character to get stranded on and island with: Loki. He'd magic us out of there whenever we were done with out island shenanigans.

one fictional world you would hate to be a part of: The purge. Humans scare me.

one fictional world you would love to be a part of: The Good Place, especially the final season. All the time in the world to reach fulfillment?!

your “HEAR ME OUT” fictional couple: Will Graham and Hannibal. I mean, they canonically love each other, but I'd like to state my case for why it needs to go further than it did and that they're currently living their best life in Europe.

and finally, something you’re looking forward to this week? Carving out some writing time.

Tagging ... @deedala @michellemisfit @francesrose3 @vintagelacerosette @deathclassic @blue-disco-lights

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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 prompt curtesy of @callivich

The day has gone by like a blur but Ian wouldn’t trade it for the world. Being married felt better than he ever imagined. He sits and watches Mickey (husband!) drunkenly dance with their family. He thinks back to when they were kids and Mickey was terrified of letting anyone see them together and how far he’s come. Ian is so proud of him. From banging in the shadows of the high school bleachers to proclaiming their vows in front of a whole room of people. The past ten years have gone by like a blur but Ian wouldn’t trade it for the world.