#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.”

[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!

[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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[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.”

[lupeloto]

masterlist

mickey milkovich/ian gallagher

  ⇢ west side sun (completed)

mickey still isn’t so sure about their new residency on the west side, but does all he can to make him feel comfortable, make feel home.

      ➛ one shot, season 11, domestic fluff, ian gallagher loves mickey milkovich

⇢ nothin’ bad  (completed)

a post "I gotta worry, you're my husband" 11x04 deleted scene where ian and mickey actually talk about what Ian is feeling. that is, after getting slightly distracted by how good the other looks in their uniforms.

      ➛ one shot, 11x04 fix-it, domestic fluff/bliss, light angst, (super) mild smut,  bipolar ian gallagher

 ⇢ beautiful fucking fire  (completed)

mandy and fiona come to mickey and ian’s wedding. mandy and mickey share a moment while ian and fiona do the same.

      ➛ 10x12 fix-it, fluff, family feels, good sibling fiona gallagher, good sibling mandy milkovich, 

⇢ a lot (completed)

a 7x11 fill-in one-shot of ian's thoughts the night mickey asked him, “you ever think about me…when i was in the joint?”

      ➛ one shot, 7x11 fill-in, angst, canon compliant, hurt no comfort

⇢ this whole “birthday” thing (completed)

mickey “doesn’t do” birthdays. ian and the gallaghers think that’s bullshit, so they throw him a party. ian has a few additional tricks up his sleeve for his husband’s big day;)

      ➛ fluff, fluff and smut, mild smut, married ian gallagher/mickey milkovich, season/series 11

⇢ double date (completed)

mickey and ian go on a double date with debbie and sandy. mickey talks shit, but enjoys it anyway.

      ➛ fluff, domestic fluff, domestic bliss, sandy milkovich/debbie gallagher

⇢  weird strawberry fetish (completed)

that “expensive strawberry shit” really was worth it after all.

       ➛ fluff, domestic bliss, domestic fluff, post series/season 11

⇢  michellan star pizza rolls

ian recreates their first date.

     ➛ fluff, domestic bliss, domestic fluff, post series/season 11

⇢ mother-hen mode

11x08 fix-it where ian takes care of mickey

➛ fluff, angst, domestic bliss, emotional hurt/comfort

⇢ pretty, huh?

ian thinks mickey is pretty. everybody knows it.

➛ fluff, domestic bliss, one-shot

⇢ finding out

mickey finds out just how much ian asked about him while he was in juvy

➛ fluff, different scenarios (past and present), domestic bliss

all can be found here in my ao3 (moonlight0709) !

collection of my galladrables:

here is where you can find a collection of all the galladrabbles i have done!

[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.

[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.

[tsuga-of-mars]

Galladrables - Simple Answer

Sunday night posting for this weeks @galladrabbles for the prompt ZIPPER by @iansfreckles. More Uncles Mickey and Ian content, this time with Freddie.

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“Freddie I'll help you with your coat” Tami offers

“No, I want Uncle Mickey do it”, pointing a mittened hand

The adults exchange confused looks, but he agrees

“Sure rugrat, get over here”

Fred stands still as Mickey aligns the teeth, then pulling the zipper up, adjusts the crooked collar, and gives his beanie one last tug down.

“How come Uncle Mickey?” Ian asks watching close by

“He does it best, like your coat at tanksgiving cuz you’re sad sometime” he answers simply

Ian smiles at his husband's blush

“Tanks,” then hes off joining Liam and Franny in the snow

[thepupperino]

Galladrables #69 — Gamble

Thank you @galladrabbles and @smokey-mickey for the prompt!

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Mickey always knew this day would come.

Sure, he didn’t know when or where or how or why, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Knew that it was just too good to be true.

That’s the way loving someone works, right? It’s all just one big gamble, and the odds were never in Mickey’s favor.

Still, as he stands on the street outside the Gallagher house, staring up at the man he so desperately loves, it hits him like a punch to the gut.

“This is it,” he murmurs. “This is you breaking up with me.”

[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.

[shinygalaxyperson]

Hey 😎 for this week the @galladrabbles prompt is rock band 🎸🎸🎸 thanks @themilkoviches

Ian never realized what a beautiful voice Mickey has when he sings.

Ever since their marriage, a happy, relaxed Mickey whistles and sings in the shower, rock bands that Ian has never heard, or his favorite Bon Jovi's

Ian often sneaks up behind the door and listens, smiling, so proud of him.

Ian likes to see his man like that, enjoying his life, fear and trauma pushed very far away.

Now when Ian feels a little low, tired and grumpy he doesn’t hide anymore.

He cuddles with him on the couch, and very softly asks, "Would you sing for me?"

[gallabitch73]

Galladrables: "Still Into You"

Mickey glanced in the mirror and saw an old man where a young man once stood. He looked around the house at all they had created together. He couldn’t believe that today he had to let this go. How was he supposed to do that? Ian had been the love of his life. On the walls, he saw all the pictures of family, friends, of him and Ian alone. They had made a wonderful life together. Now his life was changing forever.

“Stop preening in the mirror and c’mere! I’m still into you, Mick.”

Florida and retirement were calling them.

Thanks to @galladrabbles and @crossmydna for this awesome prompt!

[spacerockwriting]

Galladrables: Haunted

Thank you @darlingian and @galladrabbles fir this weeks prompt! Wrote some trans-Mickey stuff this time around, with just slightly hints of dysphoria.

Haunted

The ghost of his past haunts him, haunts everything about him. Carefully, Mickey presses his lips together, raising his shirt and eyeing the scars on his chest. They’re no longer there, but the ghosts of what remains still haunts everything about him.  He knows Ian sees him as a man, but some days, he still doesn’t feel like one.

Ian comes into the room, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Ready? Lip’s going to flip if we’re late this time.”

“He can chill his tits,” Mickey scoffs, adjusting his shirt.

“So handsome,” Ian hums, pressing a kiss to Mickey.

[lupeloto]

galladrables 3

omg is there something in the water or is it just that @michellemisfit is a gifted prompter? i am so sorry, but i wrote ANOTHER @galladrabbles for this week’s prompt, “Pressure.” i just can’t stop😭:) here we we go (again)…

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Ian’s eyes dart around the barren waiting room, the bleak walls closing in as the pressure rises in his chest. It’s the first time he’s seen a therapist since his hospitalization… to say he feels anxious would be a gross understatement. 

He’s drawn out of his catastrophizing haze when he feels the coolness of Mickey’s wedding band against his hand.

“Hey, it’ll be aight, I'll be waitin’ out here the whole time, and if you wanna leave you can, okay? No pressure.” Mickey squeezes Ian’s hand, resting his knee against Ian’s, attempting to slow the intensity with which it trembled.

[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.

[blue-disco-lights]

Galladrables: Beautiful & Bloody

"All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes." @auds-and-evens pulling out the stops for this week's @galladrabbles prompt! This was a fun one - I kind of want to write 10 more AUs with it ... enjoy 🩸

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“The ambulance’s been out to this death trap three times this month!”

Mickey’s been a mechanic at three shops. These fools are the messiest he’s ever met.

Who leaves a giant-ass oil puddle by the tool rack?? One second, Mickey’s reaching for a wrench, another he’s slipping, banging the hell out of his head.  

Blood’s dripping down his face. He sees flashing lights outside the shop. And red hair.  

Fuck. The hot EMT’s back.  

“I’m fine,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact. 

Gentle fingers take a hold of his chin: "All that blood looks good on you. Brings out your eyes."