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[gallawitchxx]

wip wednesday

hehehehe i'm starting this round because i've been writing my M8TE one-shot & although i didn't finish in time for gallavich week (during which the first chapter of M8TE was posted in 2022), i am determined to get this baby out the door to you!

here's a snippet of bitchy!ian pissing off his mate... 🖤

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it,” Mickey insists, giving into his urges and pushing away from the table, his arms finally crossing. Ian’s pout is next level now. “Actually, I don’t know. And I certainly don’t know him.” Mickey’s brain is running on overtime now, scanning through the last couple of weeks of extra shifts, wondering who Ian could possibly mean, when it hits him—  “Are you talking about Todd?” “Who gives a fuck what his name is?” Ian rages. “I don’t know him, Mickey, and I don’t like the way he was looking at you!” “Jesus Christ, Ian.” Mickey pinches the bridge of his nose. “He’s my fucking boss now.” The old guy who ran the boxing club finally kicked the bucket, and left the business to his son, Todd, who’s an absolute moron. Mickey takes back what he said about anybody being able to log onto Google. This idiot wouldn’t know his way around an expense report if it tied him up and fucked him eight ways to Sunday. Not that Mickey wants to picture anybody, or anything, fucking Todd. Ian may be up in arms about some fictional flirtation, but Todd’s as ugly as he is dumb. Mickey would rather chew his own balls off. “Great, can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives with him,” Ian says, his nose turned up in disgust.

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[gallawitchxx]

PART TWO IS UP NOW! 🖤

Ian faces his fears to make Mickey's longtime anal bead dreams come to true.

Rating: E Word Count: 4.4K Additional Tags: 3x666 FEELINGS, Anal Beads, Light Dom/sub, Healing

[read on ao3]

Having A Ball

Mickey stumbles across something from his past and wonders if Ian would like to try it with him.

Excited for another collab with @gallawitchxx! Hope you all enjoy this! Part one is by me and part two is by Bee 💖 And don’t forget to check out the previous story - Breedin’ You.

[mira-hildegard]

previously: @peregrin-nook

hey you. it’s mi, a.

i do a lot of hobbies and crafts and projects. most importantly:

🗡️ banner art is sketch of a me and my sword Marianne by the incredible @felidaefatigue. i hope to keep getting better at it!

✍🏼 i’m writing a novel! it’s about trust, botany, being a little genderfreak in the 1400s, and being haunted by duty, siblings, and/or an old melodramatic man. tag: #duskbreak

feel free to dm me. look after your local bee 🐝

[gallawitchxx]

dipping back into the iconic tumblr!mickey au for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: jealous by nick jonas by @smittybus22!

it was originally dreamt up by @breedxblemickey, @callivich & anons, but this one's specifically in @whatthebodygraspsnot's @ hornygaythug universe!

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Jesus fucking Christ, his roommate’s trying to kill him.

it’s my right to be hellish, reads the caption.

Above it, a photo of Mickey—@ hornygaythug—designed to reach through the tumblr dash with tattooed knuckles and an intent to commit homicide.

Victim: Ian Gallagher, also known online as @ big-red.

How’s he supposed to just sit here, in his room, knowing Mickey’s next door wearing nothing but a silver-studded leather collar, posing for pictures with his bottom lip pulled down to reveal B-R-A-T in fresh black ink?

Ian wants to bat his hands away and cover those four letters in come.

[gallawitchxx]

a change of weather by gallawitch

↳ for ro of @fireballazalea for the gallavich gift exchange 2025 🖤 thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🖤

Between spring storms and a surprise curse-breaking client, Mickey Milkovich is having a terrible day.

rating: M word count: 4.8K additional tags: modern magic au, cursebreaker mickey milkovich, potentially cursed ian gallagher, meet-ugly, canon typical violence (in flashbacks)

[ read on archive of our own ]

[gallawitchxx]

mickey's never experienced anything magical in his life.

his mom is gone. terry's a tyrant. his siblings are all fucking messes. mickey himself has already dropped out of high school. the way things are going, it'll be a miracle if he sees his twenties.

but then one day, he's stopped by a woman sitting underneath the L. there's nothing fanciful about her. nothing clean, either. but there's something mesmerizing about the way she's shuffling a worn-out deck of cards.

something thrilling in the way she calls to him: "come have a seat, baby. lemme tell you what's in store for you."

mickey gears up to tell her exactly what's in store for him, but it's like his legs have grown a mind of their own, and before he knows it, he's taken up residence in the broken, metal chair next to hers.

she shuffles, eyes scanning him so intensely he feels naked, like she can see everyone bit and bobble. every worry, every stuffed down dream.

and then she pulls a card.

just one.

and hisses.

Death, it reads, the reaper a chilling, but unsurprising, sight.

"figures," mickey says, kicking the ground and sending a rogue stone skittering.

"i see a door." her voice is lower now. hazier too, like she's grasping for the words as they leave her lips. "it's deep in the woods. abandoned, but open. waiting... waiting for you to step through it."

in the pregnant pause that follows, mickey wants to jump in. shoot the whole thing down. call her a hack and get on with his night. but he bites his tongue, his legs like lead.

she continues: "there's a boy."

the hair on the back of mickey's neck stands on end, his every nerve-ending singing a dangerous chorus. he shifts in his seat, nervously glancing around for anyone who may be watching. noticing.

"he's lost, this boy. lost like you." she raises a hand, silencing mickey as he opens his mouth to protest. "he's scared. something's coming for him. something heavy. something dark. something cloaked in mystery and misunderstanding."

she turns over her deck of cards, smiling softly to herself.

"you will meet this boy one night when the moon is full. he is the door. the entryway and the exit."

"the fuck are you talkin' about?"

"after Death comes Temperance." she holds up the deck, showing mickey the bottom card. an angel pours water between two cups, a sly grin on its cherubic face. a toe dipped in a serene pool below. "it's not rebirth, exactly. no, that's not destined for either of you. but it is a blending. a mixture of traits and tools that will allow the both of you to care for one another. to know, to see, to feel, to touch--"

mickey stands, his chest heaving. "you got the wrong idea here, lady."

she pauses. puts her cards in her lap. then, her grin grows, toothless, yet vulpine.

"Death then," she concludes. "for without this boy, this doorway in the woods, life may not be worth living."

mickey runs. he runs until his lungs burn and his legs shake. runs away from the train and the woman. runs through alleyways and past shops. runs in directions he knows and down paths he doesn't. runs past his own fucking house.

when he finally stops, on the sidewalk outside a blue house, he bends at the waist, his hands on his knees and his breath heavy.

"whatcha running from?" a voice asks.

mickey whips up, standing tall. immediately on guard.

the voice is a boy with long legs and fiery hair, sitting on the steps with a cigarette in his hand, smoke curling like water around an angel's fair foot.

"what's it matter to you?" mickey barks back.

the boy laughs. digs in his pocket for his pack and a lighter. holds it out, an offering. a choice and a chance.

mickey steps through the rickety fence and joins the boy on the steps. he takes a smoke. let's the boy bring cupped hands to his face to help him light up. together, they smoke in a contented silence.

the full moon hangs above them, ripe with possibility.

teeming with life.

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[gallawitchxx]

it was a dark & stormy night in this roommate au written for a previous @galladrabbles prompt, but what happens when the rain clears? find out this week, featuring the prompt panic by @michellemisfit

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It’s dry the next morning, but cloudy, the storm made evident by a few fallen branches and a toppled power line.

Ian wakes in a panic, the warm, sleeping body curled up next to him its own kind of proof.

Of what, he has no idea.

But last night… That was something.

He leans away, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, but then Mickey’s blindly grabbing at his arms, pulling until they’re back where they were, wrapped around his middle.

Ian has no choice but to bury his nose in sweet, smoky, jet-black hair, and drift back to sleep.

[gallawitchxx]

a nsfw s4-5 entry for this week’s @galladrabbles x @sweetbee78 prompt “to be with you” by mr. big, specifically the lyric: “gotta build up your confidence / so you can be on top for once” 😏

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They’d started with Mickey on hands and knees, Ian pounding into him from behind. Good, long, hard strokes, in and out, until delirium set in and Mickey’s elbows gave way.

“Fuckin’ heavy, man,” he slurs, breathless.

“Gotta build up your confidence,” Ian pants, a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead onto Mickey’s flushed back. “So you can be on top for once.”

It takes all the strength he can muster to abandon the orgasm building in his belly, but it’s worth it for the look on Ian’s face as Mickey flips them over and rides him into the mattress.

[gallawitchxx]

writing a coworkers au & never actually stating what the job is? okay, why not :) this one is for @galladrabbles & @atthedugouts - love this prompt!

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“You’re so fucking stupid,” Mickey snipes, shoving you up against the wall of the supply closet, his lips plush and warm on yours. “Can’t believe you just did that.”

“Why?” You thought you’d shown him enough of yourself; thought he understood you.

But maybe not.

“Could’ve gotten us both canned—Fuuuck.”

He grows hard under your cupped hand. Thick. Damn, you can’t wait to get him in your mouth.

“You were right,” you confirm into the pinked shell of his ear. He shivers, pressed to your palm. “I’m always gonna back you.”

He locks the door. You get to work.

[gallawitchxx]

this week, the brilliant @ohkate is hosting a @galladrabbles prompt remix!

the mission: write a sequel to a previous galladrabble — but it can't be your own. choose someone else’s drabble that inspired you, stuck with you, or sparked an idea, and continue the story in your own way. just be sure to include a clear link or screenshot of the original so we know what you’re building on! and be sure to tag the original author for credit.

in december of 2023, @dynamic-power submitted the prompt "room for more" & @darlingian wrote simply stunning smut starring happy to please ian & full, stretched, & deliciously marked mickey! when i reblogged it at the time, i confessed to getting heated in the middle seat while on a flight & here's my guess at what might happen next...

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Ian’s ring finger inches it’s way towards his others, and despite the snug pleasure of Mickey clamping down around him, he regrets using his right hand.

How delicious Mickey would sound, a whine escaping him as the symbol of their undying commitment left a stinging kiss on his most sensitive skin. How decadent it would feel for them both, to know it was inside of him. For Ian to watch for the flash of slippery silver thrusting in and out alongside his thick, pulsing cock.

Oh fuck, he’s close.

Ian’s pinkie presses against Mickey’s perineum, and laughing, shivering, they shatter.

[gallawitchxx]

this week, the brilliant @ohkate is hosting a @galladrabbles prompt remix!

the mission: write a sequel to a previous galladrabble — but it can't be your own. choose someone else’s drabble that inspired you, stuck with you, or sparked an idea, and continue the story in your own way. just be sure to include a clear link or screenshot of the original so we know what you’re building on! and be sure to tag the original author for credit.

you may have already seen my remixes of deena, julia & chani's drabbles, but here is my fourth & final remix of the week--

in january of 2024, @michellemisfit submitted the prompt "cold shower" & @ohkate -- yes, the brilliant prompt-master -- wrote about idiot husbands embroiled in a teasing competition to see who can withhold sex the longest. i think it's beautiful to see ian & mickey riling each other up & here's my guess as what might happen next...

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Day six had Mickey wondering how many cold showers was too many cold showers?

He’d lost count. They’re his only relief after waking up to Ian’s hard-on pressed to the crack of his ass, seeing Ian’s running clothes cling to his flushed body, and watching Ian's big, freckled hands make dinner.

Day seven, he turned the tables again. The kitchen sink’s been leaking. Mickey was gonna fix it wearing a tool belt and a smirk. They would’ve made it to day eight if water hadn’t soaked Ian’s white shirt see-through, igniting their combined need.

Who broke first?

Who fuckin’ cares.

[gallawitchxx]

whipped up a lil outside pov to celebrate @galladrabbles 3rd anniversary! 🥳 congrats & thanks to vey & evie for keeping us creating every single week! this one’s for the early prompt: “spark a fire” by danny vera, which is such a gallavich vibe 🔥🖤

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Besides Carl, who’d swept her off her feet despite her best efforts, Ian and Mickey were Sera’s favorite Gallaghers.

“Can’t believe you were cellmates once,” she laughs, passing the joint to a bloodshot-eyed Ian.

Mickey snatches it before he can take another hit, which Ian allows. “Believe it, new girl. Was way better than gettin’ locked up alone.”

“He landed in juvie days after we first sparked something.”

“Took a bullet for this babyface too,” Mickey coos, grabbing Ian’s chin.

Sera knows shit about love, but after sixteen years of good and bad, clearly they’ve got something beautiful and true.

[gallawitchxx]

this week, the brilliant @ohkate is hosting a @galladrabbles prompt remix!

the mission: write a sequel to a previous galladrabble — but it can't be your own. choose someone else’s drabble that inspired you, stuck with you, or sparked an idea, and continue the story in your own way. just be sure to include a clear link or screenshot of the original so we know what you’re building on! and be sure to tag the original author for credit.

in april of 2024, @flamingbluepanda submitted the prompt "cuddles" & @blue-disco-lights wrote a roommate au where a confused, fully dressed mickey wakes up in ian's bed, only to be told he got blasted on mandy's mojitos the night before, crawled in for a cuddle & promptly passed out. i'm a sucker for a roommates-to-lovers arc & a clingy!mickey & here's my guess at what might happen yet...

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Mickey’s done some seriously embarrassing shit over the years, but creeping into Ian Gallagher’s bed and refusing to get lost takes the cake.

“Cuddles? Fuck off, man…”

Especially once he starts to blush.

“It’s okay, Mick,” Ian says with a million-dollar smile. “You look pretty good between my sheets.”

Whatever flame has been at bay since they moved in together is suddenly a roaring fire.

Oh fuck yeah.

“Gonna look even better without all these clothes."

Mickey sits up to take his shirt off, a wave of nausea crashing over him.

“Shit, how many mojitos did you say I had?”

[gallawitchxx]

hey @galladrabbles, it's been a minute! here's my entry for cosmic by @lupeloto - a little roommate-to-lovers au :)

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Mickey stands in Ian’s doorway. Shadows swallow his finer features, but Ian can still see them, clear as day. 

Thunder rumbles. A summer storm, moving in.

Ian has no idea what time it is, or how long he’s been asleep. He remembers passing out on the couch after eating a cosmic brownie—a perk and a hazard of rooming with a dealer. Remembers the tender touch of tattooed fingers on his shoulder, coaxing him to bed.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

Mickey looks real, but Ian wonders. Still, he nods, pulling the sheet back.

Rain pours. Boundaries and bodies blur.

[gallawitchxx]

day thirteen • @gallavichthings kinktober 2024

↳ 31 days of kinks & cards in 3 sentences

HATE SEX x FOUR OF SWORDS

All Ian can think about as he rails the living daylights out of Mickey is how much he despises him. He could make a list of all the things he hates about this man (who said he needed space, but called three days later to get pounded): his pouty lips, his blazing blue eyes, the ripe swell of his perfect ass, the tight furl of his hole, the wet heat of his body, and the way he moans his fucking name, to name a few. “Gallagher,” he whines, and Ian shoves a couple fingers in his mouth to shut him the fuck up.

[gallawitchxx]

for the @galladrabbles prompt MINE by @jrooc

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“Sorry, there must have been a mistake,” Ian says, holding up a lopsided ceramic hand with the middle finger raised. “This isn’t mine.”

The pimpled teenager folds their arms across a paint-splattered apron. “I’ll have to go look in the back.”

“Thanks.” This is the last time he lets Debbie pick the family outing.

Ian looks at the naughty pottery and laughs, trying to picture the artist.

As if on cue, he’s approached by a guy better fitted for a porno than a kid’s craft store.

“Ey! Careful! I worked hard on that!”

Suddenly, the mix-up doesn’t seem so bad.