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Sometimes I write squiggle things on pieces of paper. Sometimes I make "art." All the time, I love Gallavich. Find me on AO3 Gallabitch73

[gallabitch73]

I can’t believe it’s done! Thank you to everyone for supporting me on my maiden journey into Gallavich fan fiction!

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[galladrabbles]

Hi Y'all! My prompt is 4/20. Sorry for being behind, I have a lot of people staying with me right now, and bandwith is very low. The date is here and I know that our boys have occasionally been shown to indulge, as shall I later on today.

Thank you, dear Lita 🤗❤️

Darlings, let there me munchies 😅 Your prompt this week:

4 20

Go wild 😁

[oathkeptroxas]

written for the @galladrabbles prompt from @silvanshadow

Steal

“Fuck, I missed you.” Mickey said, and it was like a weight lifted. He’d held onto those words for so long. Worried he’d never get the chance to say them. Worried they’d stay buried so long they’d start to fester, and rot through the flesh they hid behind. He wanted to stay forever. On this musty blanket in the dirt, staring at the stars. Ian could change his mind, return to the life he’d built. For Mickey there was no going back. It would still all be worth it. “I only did it so I…” I would be near you.

[gallabitch73]

Galladrabbles: “Steal”

Thank you, @silvanshadow for this week’s rather insightful and inspirational prompt! Thank you, @galladrabbles for giving us the space and opportunity to share our short musings! Long live Galladrabbles!!!

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I must be crazy to want this the way I do. To take these stupid chances when every stolen moment could get me beaten black and blue or worse. But when he lets me touch him, it’s all worth it. To feel his skin on mine. To see the look of wonder in his eyes. There is nothing beyond these stolen moments and that’s okay. In the back of this store for just a little while, I can pretend that those eyes sparkle only for me…until… Someone calls his name. Green eyes darken in fear. The stolen moment is lost.

[milkovicch]

love this parallel - ian had flashbacks fr

[rayrayor]

Oh this weeks @galladrabbles was a very cool challenge. I looked at my needlepoint messenger bag that has flowers and fuck you stiched in. Thank you, @look-i-love-u for this prompt: embroidery

Mickey: Ian. CODE RED. I’ve woken up SEWN to the damn mattress.

Ian: …Are you stuck?

Mickey: No, Ian, I’ve decided to become a duvet cover for fun. YES, I’M STUCK.

Ian: What did you do?

Mickey: I didn’t do anything. Lily did. Your five‑year‑old stitch‑witch used my hoodie as her personal practice canvas. WHILE IT WAS ON MY HEAD.

Ian: Oh, nowwww she is MY daughter.

Mickey: Really? Thats not the friggin point. Looks like Craftworld barfed on me.

Ian: Want me to come cut you out?

Mickey: Yes. Bring coffee. I need strength to face putting Lily in time out.

[nicosgelos]

another weekly prompt thanks to @galladrabbles and @look-i-love-u !!! :)

you know the show anne with an e? yeah that. A little fragment inspired by it, where the boys are kids in the 19th century, around 1896.

--------★ EMBROIDERY

Everyone had gotten up during the break, lingering between tables. Mickey lifted his head to look for him, and sighed when he caught a glimpse of reddish hair on the other side of the window.

Ian was sitting outside, hidden between two trees.

"What are you doing, Gallagher?" The boy smiled and let him sit next to him.

"Embroidery"

Mickey wrinkled his nose. "That's for girls"

Ian just shrugged. "I'm making a handkerchief" Silence. "For you"

"Oh" The older one's cheeks flushed.

"Wanna try?" Ian said.

Mickey looked at him, biting his lip to hold back a smile.

"Fine, whatever"

[gallabitch73]

Galladrabbles: Embroidery

Special thanks to @look-i-love-u for this week’s prompt! It’s good to be back! LONG LIVE @galladrabbles!!! 😊😊😊

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“Mick, …I can’t believe you’re really mad!” “I’m not really mad, ya fuckin’ jerk! I’m fuckin’ pissed and don’t fuckin’ pretend like you don’t know why!”“It’s the tattoo…” “Damn right it’s the tattoo! If you didn’t wanna get it, why the fuck did you bring it up?!” “I know what having my name tattooed on your chest means to you. I wanna show you I’m just as committed, but can’t I do that without the added pain? (pointing at his existing tats) Plus, you’re already embroidered on my heart.” Sniffling, brows raising: “Fuck that you pussy. Get the tat.”

[galladrabbles]

Dear Galladrabbles Crew,

I'm so excited to prompt again. Like Evie last week, I rummaged around in my brain and went with something that's been on my mind during the first weeks of this new year....

And since I spent an unusual amount of time in the last few weeks dealing with a lot of stuff by browsing the internet for creative and wonderful swear word embroidery patterns (there's just something so satisfying about cross-stitching all your fear, anger, disappointment into a huge and colourful FUCK!) my prompt for you this week is:

EMBROIDERY

Happy Drabbling Everyone!

Vey ( @look-i-love-u )

[glvch]

Merry Christmas!

[smittybus22]

Guy.exe

Thank you to @gallabitch73 for this week's great @galladrabbles prompt, the song "Guy.exe" by Superfruit. A little meet cute to start off your weekend!

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Mickey sat at a long table, silently cursing his sister for signing him up for this stupid speed dating shit.

Suddenly, a six foot tall redhead sat down across from him, flashing him a cocky smile like he knew he could burn Mickey’s whole world down while Mickey lit the matches. 

After a few minutes of easy conversation, a bell rang and all the men on either side of Ian stood up. 

“Dude, move. It’s my turn,” came an impatient voice beside Ian. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Ian asked Mickey with a salacious grin. 

Mickey nodded toward the door. 

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[ohkate]

Guy.exe

Many thanks to @gallabitch73 for this week's @galladrabbles song prompt, Guy.exe. I can imagine Mickey fantasizing about Ian while he watched him. Hating himself for wanting more. Word count: 100 ................

The minute I saw him, I knew.

Like someone built a robot out of my wank-bait—six-foot, red hair, a body that won’t quit. Keeps me coming back to this sticky-floored pit with its watered-down drinks.

I’m here to get laid. But I couldn’t stop watching him when he danced.

He can be bought. Saw him slip to the backroom with some random. I wanna cave the guy’s knuckles in with a ball-peen hammer just for touching him. Why do I want more? I could pay and get my piece of him. My dance.

But I just wanna walk him home.

[lanabrazilian]

Gallavich Companion

Still following the word of this week's @gallabitch73 with Guy.Exe for the @galladrabbles. But realizing I want to do something different from the movie... Don't judge me. Maybe I'm taking this to a dirtier place. 🙆🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Part 4

They talked a little more, and the dark-haired man was… tempted. The redhead seemed clever and witty, and although Mick tried to make only meaningless small talk, the big hands and the muscles visible through the tank top made him wonder: how fuckin’ look like? Even though Byron had been clear: “Don’t scare him, Mick. He’s Trevor’s favorite toy,” the dark-haired man couldn’t stop wondering: Why? What does he do that’s so fuckin’ good? “So, firecrotch, how does it work?” The redhead seemed to freeze, before comprehension lit up in his green eyes. “You know, who gives the commands?” Ian smiled. Slow, wide, dangerous. And Mickey didn’t need an answer.

[mickeyismyian]

This is my first galladrabbles post, so here we go.

Thank you @gallabitch73 for this prompt and Thank you @galladrabbles !

Ian smiled. Rare steaks, red table cloth, candle lighting. When Mickey stepped inside he froze, looking around the room.

“Uh, hi.” He said pulling his long coat tighter around himself. He looked upset.

“Hey Mick, happy anniversary?” Ian didn't understand why Mickey was being weird. It's not like they were never romantic before.

“Yea!” Mickey almost yelled and stepped towards the bedroom. Ian was quicker. He grabbed Mickey's sleeve and pulled him back.

“What the hell?” Mickey's coat opened to show his entirely naked body. He grinned at Ian.

“Happy anniversary. At least we can still use the candle wax.”

[galladrabbles]

Hi y’all! In honor of my favorite spooky time of year, my prompt for this week’s Galladrabble is “Guy.Exe,” by Superfruit. Mickey and I both agree that the lyrics fit Ian to a tee. Happy drabbing!!!

Thank you, Lita!

We're approaching October and we're staying musical:

Your prompt this week, dear Galladrabbles writers is:

Guy.Exe by Superfruit

Happy Drabbling Everyone!

[runninonemptyy]

Thank you @gallabitch73 for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt, Guy.Exe by Superfruit! Hard agree, the lyrics fit Ian perfectly, so here’s 100 words of Mickey ogling his husband. 🧡

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Mickey watches his husband step out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist.

His skin is damp, glistening in the light, his hair wet and curly. He’s muscular, strong, and can manhandle Mickey just the way he likes it. He’s gotten a bit soft around the middle, and Mickey loves it. More for him to grab onto, more for him to wrap his legs around when he’s getting pounded.

It’s as if he synthesized the perfect guy. From the scrawny, freckled teenager to the man he sees before him now, he’s always been perfect. Made for him.

[katicusdramaticus]

Mr. Perfect

Galladrabbles: Guy.exe by Superfruit

I honestly have to thank @gallabitch73 and @galladrabbles because until today, I never knew this song’s name.

He’s off with some trust fund kid. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Parents don’t beat the shit out of him. Hell, they probably threw him a parade when he came out. Ian deserves someone like that.

With Mickey they’ll always be hiding. And Mickey can be honest with himself—he’s no model.

“Look what I conned off that walking ATM!” Ian appears brandishing $80 and some weed.

“What happened to your date with Mr. Perfect?”

“It’s just starting.”

Mickey returns Ian’s smile, handing him a beer.

On the horizon, the inky-black night seems to caress the last orange-red beams of sunlight.