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[callivich]

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.

[secret-gallavich]

@twinklyylights has blessed us with a @galladrabbles prompt this week <3

prompt: thank you

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Ian looks absolutely wrecked, like all the energy has left him.

Mickey's standing across the room, watching Lip and Fiona take over, nods when Ian looks over his shoulder and signs his name on the hospital forms. He drags a hand roughly under his eyes and follows everyone to the door where Ian has to disappear behind.

Mickey grabs him and tugs him close, standing on his toes so he can bring closer. Let's Ian tuck his head into the crook of his neck.

"Thank you" Mickey mumbles

Ian nods and then Mickey's left standing staring at a closed door.

[thepupperino]

Galladrabbles #124 - Thank You

Hi I’m back again with kind of a part two to last week’s drabble. Thanks to @twinklyylights for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt ☺️

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Mickey says he’s soft, and fine, maybe he is.

But the way the sunlight streams through the window highlights Mickey’s features: his full, pink lips; the faint freckles around his nose; his long, dark eyelashes.

Ian feels grateful.

On paper, they shouldn’t have worked out. In some other universe, maybe they’d have a fling and go their separate ways.

In another universe, he’d handle things alone. How would it all have gone down? Where would he be?

Mickey stirs, cracks one eye open, and calls Ian a creeper.

Ian presses his lips to Mickey’s jaw in a silent “thank you.”

[jessij1997]

"Thank you" @twinklyylights for the weekly prompt on @galladrabbles 😎

"What's about other dinosaurs?" Mickey questioned.

"No. T-Rex eats them AAALL!" Amy replied.

"Oh okay. Got it." Mickey smiled. "So little T-Rex show me your teeth then."

Amy opened her mouth and makes a dangerous sound. Mickey brushed her teeth and then he puts her into bed.

"Is daddy getting better tomorrow?" Amy asked seriously.

"I don't know." He kissed her forehead.

"Give daddy my Rex, pops"

Mickey takes the plushy T-Rex from his daughter and left the room.

He went to the bedroom, layed next to a light depressed Ian. "It's from Amy."

"Thank you" Ian cuddled the purple Rex.

[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabbles - Blur

This week's @galladrabbles inspired by @callivich 's prompt "blur" is a continuation from last week's drabble and part of my drabble series which you can read: HERE

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His shift goes on. Hours blurring together. Mickey's voice is Ian's lifeline. Every time they get a call. He can hear that Mickey dreads sending them out again. The little talks afterwards.

Now Ian's off the clock and he needs something else to get through the rest of the day. He wants dancing, sweat and sex. But he opts for sugar and fat and a trip to the corner shop.

He's just paying for his five Snicker bars when…

“Hey, Red. You gotta buy all of them? Spare one for a guy in need?” 

Mickey.

Ian sways. Turns and stares…

[gallabitch73]

Galladrabbles: Thank you

Thank you to @twinklyylights for this week's prompt! Long live @galladrabbles!!!

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Mandy’s older. Thinner, gray-haired, red-rimmed eyes. But every eye in the room tonight is red-rimmed. She sighs. Gazes at Ian– dressed in black, hair now faded to soft beige, body trembling, eyes looking worse than her own. 

She stayed away too long. It hits her then. Mickey’s gone. 

“Thank you,” Lip says, commanding the attention of everybody at the Alibi, “for being here for this solemn occasion.” 

“Solemn, my ass!” old, bald Mickey bellows in between puffs. “Me and Red made it! 50 years, ya fuckers!”

Ian lets out the smoke he’s been holding in and kisses his husband. Sloppily.

[spacerockwriting]

Galladrabbles: Thank you

Special thanks to @twinklyylights and @galladrabbles for this week's prompt! Also special thanks to @deathclassic @rayrayor as this is slightly inspired by our upcoming collaboration!

Thank you

Ian grips the expensive glass in his hand. Lip has set him up with the most boring, self-absorbed boy at the whole party. He’s chatting away about material Ian doesn’t care about. Instead, his eyes fall across at the other boy in the room. The boy whose black hair is for once off his face, letting his ocean blue eyes shine, and letting his suit hug is body in all the right places.

Said boy comes over. “Mind if I cut in?” He asks, and Ian grins more when the dark haired boy cuts in.

“Thank you,” Ian whispers.

“Anytime.”

[jademickian]

Galladrabbles: Thank you

thank you @twinklyylights for the prompt, "thank you" (hehe). paging @galladrabbles

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Mickey prepares to leave the 24-hour study room. Stands up without a word.

“How about a thank you?” Ian starts.

“For what?” He knows for what. He just wants to be a little shit about it first.

“Oh I don’t know, for helping you in your English coursework for the past month?”

“Didn’t ask for your help,” Mickey riles him up.

Ian stands face-to-face with him now, “I mean, I offered. A decent human being would’ve been grateful.” 

Silence. Mickey glares at him, and then to his mouth. Wonders what it would feel against his.

Maybe it’s time to show him some gratitude.

[galladrabbles]

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!

[lupeloto]

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.

[callivich]

Another entry for this week’s @galladrabbles inspired by @twinklyylights prompt of “thank you” 💖

Ian and Mickey definitely got up to something after the barbarian comment, what if Lip was going to sleep on that bed?

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As Lip made it to the top of the stairs, Mickey and Ian pushed past him - arms around each other. Laughing.

“You guys staying here or-”

“No. Gonna give the West Side a chance.” Mickey replied, eyes fixed on Ian who was beaming. And also looking pretty disheveled. Come to think of it, Mickey was too. And they seemed sweaty.

“See ya, Lip.” Ian waved goodbye as they descended the stairs.

Suspicious, Lip entered their old room - looking at the bed he was going to use. Rumpled sheets with….stains?

“Oh thank you VERY FUCKIN’ much, assholes!” He shouted.

[spicycinnabun]

@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.”

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: blur

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the prompt "blur" from the lovely @callivich. <3

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“You ever make someone cry before?”

He doesn’t know what made him say it. An attempt to be cocky, he guesses. To hide his discomfort and how desperately he’s not into getting his ass fucked by fake silicon dick. Now, hours later, alone in his room, he can’t stop thinking about it.

He’d brushed away the wetness gathering around Mickey’s eyes as he'd moved gently inside him, his own vision blurring with tears.

“I’m so proud of you,” he’d whispered, lips pressing softly against Mickey’s skin, bruised and broken.

It wasn’t about ecstasy that night.

It was about being free.

[jessij1997]

@twinklyylights the new prompt inspired me really @galladrabbles.

Thank you

He sat down on the bench. He always sits there, listening to the silence. Mickey loves the peace of the place.

He always fights about his life with Ian. About a tie iron, about a marriage, about meds and wet rats, in prison, Mexico and prison again. About a marriage again and a lot about being a dad.

But when they were done fighting, they found peace. At least Ian.

Yet, Mickey fought about being without the love of his life.

He stood up, stoked over the gravestone and whispered "Thank you, Red. For all those wonderful years. Still love you"

[ohkate]

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."

[secret-gallavich]

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?’