#galladrables

[pookiebearmick]

galladrabbles - thank you

@twinklyylights has the cutest prompt for @galladrabbles this week and it's got me feeling inspired! a little shout out to @whatthebodygraspsnot also for writing a cute little ficlet about mickey going to the gym so he can lift ian - i got some inspiration from this, as well! this is my first time doing a drabble, and i'm definitely not a writer, BUT i do love fluff and cuddly husbands, and i'd like to share some cute shit with y'all. anyways, please be kind <3

“Uh-uh, too tired to move to the bed, Mickey,” Ian complained, eyes closed and voice full of sleep.

“Neck’s gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning, man,” Mickey said, trying to convince Ian to get up. “Come on.”

Ian seemed to only settle into the couch more as Mickey was grumbling at him. Mickey looked down at his sleepy husband, who looked perfectly content to sleep with his neck all crooked.

He got up and wiggled his arms under his giant husband, scooping him up and walking him to the bedroom.

Ian smiled sweetly against his neck. “Thanks, Mick.”

[blue-disco-lights]

Galladrabbles: ✨ Crystalline ✨

Thank you @crossmydna for such a gorgeous and glittery @galladrabbles prompt this week!

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It was Carl’s bright idea to hit the science museum’s new Precious Gems Exhibit. 

He heard from “reliable” sources that whoever got to the collection first would score a million-dollar haul.

Midnight. Carl greased a secure guard buddy, who let them in through the employee entrance.

Ski masks on, they snuck their way into the exhibit hall, case-cracking tools at the ready.

Scanning their fortune, one rock in particular caught Ian’s eye. 

Translucent, crystalline blue.

Someone moved into his periphery. He looked up and met eyes that matched the precious gem.

“The fuck you doin’ on my diamond heist, Gallagher?”

[imikhailo]

(first time doing something like this 🙈)

prompt: you never asked @galladrabbles @arrowflier

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mickey groans getting up off the floor to open the door.

when he opens the door he's faced with the most gorgeous redhead he has ever seen. 

he rolls his eyes.

the redhead smirks. "Hey, Mick."

"Hey. What are you doing here?"

"I came to pay you a visit."

"A visit uh? 

"A visit means that you just passing by. and also means you gonna leave'." again, mickey thinks

"Are you going to invite me in or not?"

a sigh. mickey gives up. "Do you want to come in and have a beer?"

"I Thought you’d never ask." the redhead responds with a big dork smile

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[opheliaandthesun]

Galladrables - Jealous by Nick Jonas

This is an entry for this week's @galladrabbles prompt by @smittybus22! It's my first time joining one of these but I do love jealousy fics so I wanted in. 100 words was a challenge but I think I like the result :)

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Why the fuck was his husband chatting and fucking laughing with some floppy-haired douchewad?

Mickey’s ears were ringing. He tried to focus on Franny on his lap, to not do something stupid like punch the dude or fucking cry. Stupid. They were not insecure teenagers anymore.

 He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up.

“Matt, this is the husband that I was telling you all about! Fucking love of my life. Babe, show him your chest tattoo!” Mickey stared dumbfounded at the two and slowly pulled his neckline to the side. “See, I told you love is real.”

[lupeloto]

galladrables “whistle”

this week’s @galladrabbles is “whistle” from @jrooc !

ian takes a job to be a referee…and mickey doesn’t hate the get-up

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Mickey leans against the kitchen counter, busting into a laughter as Ian emerges from the bedroom, sporting a black-and-white striped referee jersey and gym shorts.

“You look like a fucking soccer mom.”

Ian flashes his middle finger, “Fuck off, it’s stupid but they’re paying good money for this shit.”

“I don’t hate it, Red.” Mickey smirks.

“Yeah?” Ian yanks Mickey closer by his waist, “Wait until you the whistle.”

“They give you a whistle?”

Ian nods, his hand moving slowly down Mickey’s back.

“Don’t change ‘fore you come home…and bring the whistle,” Mickey smiles into a kiss as Ian’s hands wander with a fervor.

[galladrabbles]

This was a tough one to pick just one...but after a long debate and listening to song after song finally settled on something a little outta left field for some...here it is!!

Might be Dangerous Tyler Braden and Kaitlin Butts

Happy Drabbling this week!!

Oooooh, another song 😍 I swear, I discover so much new music thanks to you, guys 😁

Dear Galladrables crew, your prompt this week:

Tyler Braden & Kaitlin Butts - Might Be Dangerous

Have fun 🥰🤗

-Evie

[spacerockwriting]

Galladrables: Muscle

Thank you @blue-disco-lights and @galladrabbles for this weeks prompt. Have some boys having a relaxing spa date to de-tense their muscles.

Muscle

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“This is gay,” Mickey says, standing with his husband in the dimly lit room. Ian’s in a white robe, while Mickey is in a matching one. They’re standing side by side, staring at two tables. There are candles surrounding them, a comforting scent in the air.

Ian sighs. “We’re married, Mick. And it was kind of our client to give it to us.”

Mickey winces as two women walk through the door. “Next time we can just do this shit at home.”

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“How do you feel?” Ian asks, stretching and grinning at a dazed Mickey.

“Not a fuckin’ word, Red.”

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Galladrables

This week's @galladrabbles prompt from @grumble-fish "If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything."

Ever since reading it I thought it was some bullshit that Frank would spout. Not that the quote is bullshit, but Frank is always drunkenly philosophical.

“Men’ve always had men, DaVinci, Abe Lincoln, that guy from Hogan’s Heroes…”

“Mickey wants to kill you! And I don't want him going to juvie.”

Frank snorted.

“This is bad Frank.”

“These lies are going to get to him sooner or later son, keeping secrets, living a double life as Terry’s badass womanizing pitbull son. He needs t’know if you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. Makes him less likely to get caught, or killed."

Frank staggered in the direction of the Alibi, leaving his son behind to salvage whatever he had with the youngest Milkovich boy.

[scurvgirl]

I was trying this week’s galladrables prompt and I am going to fill it, but I got this idea and I liked it so much that I wanted to share it. 

Ian was hungry for something a little different. He was washing his latest tomato harvest when he got an idea. He selected the juiciest looking tomato and salted it before taking a bite. It. Was. Delicious.

“What the fuck?” Ian turned to see a disgusted looking Mickey standing by the fridge.

“Want some?” He offered the tomato but Mickey held up a hand.

“You’re eating it like a fuckin’ apple!”

“So?”

“It’s fuckin’ gross, man!”

“Mmm, just need some mayo.” Mickey glared at him, threw his hand in the air and stomped away, leaving Ian to his new delicious snack.

[shinygalaxyperson]

Hello @galladrabbles friends! For this week @look-i-love-u gave us a beautiful picture prompt!! inspire me for a second part of my Magical Ian.

Ian doesn’t see the boy for a few days.

One day he is here, 

He has a black eye and a man is yelling at him. Ian hides and wants to cry because the man is pure evil, and the boy is terrified.

Finally, the man left.

The boy tries to hide his tears  and finally sees him.

He’s afraid but doesn’t move.

Something happens, a tiny spark of hope, tiny, but it's here.

The boy gives him a shy smile, and Ian can read his true aura now.

Deep blue, yellow and orange like a sunset.

It’s so beautiful!

[milkovski]

another! for @galladrabbles prompt, read

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At first, Mickey is smoke and mirrors: five feet, six inches of opaque bravado.

The moment before they have sex that first time is one of rare clarity: Ian looks at Mickey and knows.

The next is when Mickey finally kisses him, thoughts obvious by the nervous jitter of his lips: Morse code.

Then, Ian can’t believe he ever thought Mickey was anything but an open book:

A subtle flare of nostrils means damage control.

An aborted breath and Ian’s hands are soft on Mickey's face.

The twitch of a brow, a nearly imperceptible quirk of his mouth? 

They’re insufferable.

[pookiebearmick]

galladrabbles - poem by trista mateer

In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.

thank you @ardent-fox for this week's @galladrabbles prompt! this poem is so lovely <3

Mickey didn’t realize the joy he would feel when he and Ian moved into their own space.

A space that was built for just him and Ian - nobody else.

They put up silly posters and Mickey made some drawings that Ian promptly framed to hang on the wall. They were building a home together in their small (but cozy) apartment on the West Side.

Here, he was safe. He was with Ian, who loved him for all that he is - the good, the bad, the really bad, and Ian’s favorite; the soft, sweet loverboy that he’s always been deep down.

[blue-disco-lights]

Galladrables: Trista Mateer poem ✨

Thank you @ardent-fox for this week's beautiful @galladrabbles prompt. It is so very them.

In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch. 

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Sometimes, on quieter days, they’ll head back to the old neighborhood.   

They’ll wander the streets they used to know by heart, smoke under freeway overpasses, make out in the broken-down bleachers no one’s ever bothered to fix. 

Each corner, each block holds a memory, a flashback. These places were the backdrop of their story, a reminder of how it all began. The light moments, and the dark. 

“I don’t know where else to go…”

“What fuckin’ world do you live in?… “

“Would you at least look at me?”

They’ll remember and squeeze each other’s hands tighter as they walk.

[dragonzscene-moved]

when someone is having a bad day but you missed the shiny g max raid so ur more important /j

[opheliaandthesun]

Galladrables - Crimson

Hello! Third week in a row, who would have thought? This prompt was fun, it is really open ended so I actually had a few different ideas and almost went a totally different direction. This one is also brought to you by the heatwave that has been killing me this week :) Thank you @theluigianapurchase and @galladrabbles for the prompt!

P.s. Im counting Kash'nGrab as one word so Mickey can curse, sorry!

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It was hot as fucking balls today and Ian was actually trying to kill him.

They'd been in the Kash'nGrab all day. Ian under the AC at the register. Mickey leaning against the freezers.

At five, they'd grabbed some snacks and made their way to the dugouts, away from overheated houses and cranky assholes.

Now, Mickey watched as Ian meticulously licked and sucked his way through a fucking red popsicle.

“Ian…”

Ian looked up, mouth shiny and pouty and fucking crimson. His red tongue darted out, coating his lips, swollen from the cold, in spit.

Mickey fucking lost it. “C'mere”

[galladrabbles]

Hello!

It's my turn again (yeaaaaaah, so happy) and this time I give you "A leap of faith" ... can't wait to read your drabbles! It's gonna be a great week. ;)

Hugs

Hey Mina,

thank you so much for your prompt. I hope you're in "the good(est) place" possible ;) The wait has been long but we're happy to have you as our prompter again!

So, dear Galladrable Crew...let's all take "A LEAP OF FAITH" together this week!

Happy Drabbling Everyone!