i like em’ sweet

sometimes i write sometimes i dont, stay woke

[runninonemptyy]

The final chapter is up! Now complete and bingeable!

Summary:

Mickey is a high school economics teacher and debate coach who prides himself on having a well-established, comfortable routine.

Enter Ian Gallagher, a movie star whose reputation precedes him, and who left it all behind in need of a fresh start.

When Ian gets hired as the school’s new theater arts teacher and their worlds collide, everything they thought they knew about life in general might be turned upside down.

And maybe they'll both learn important lessons about taking chances along the way.

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thanks @crossmydna for this weeks @galladrabbles !

prompt: STICKER

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Mickey thought he could leave Franny alone for a few minutes while he pissed. He even left the door open so he could hear her if she needed him.

He could hear was the faint dialogue from the pirated Bluey DVD's Ian keeps for when their nieces and nephews come over. Normally Franny is at least talking to her dolls but right now she's quiet.

Which is dangerous.

He walks back to the lounge to find that Franny has taken the craft box out and dug out the sticker book, placing them all over her arms.

"Like you!" she grins

[secret-gallavich]

thanks @runninonemptyy for this weeks @galladrabbles !!

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prompt: countdown

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Mickey's kinda freaking out. Internally.

He's playing it completely cool on the outside and the fact he's pacing the front room and peaking behind the blinds doesn't have anything to do with his freakout about Ian coming over.

It makes no sense. Ian has come over hundreds of times, they've fucked dozens of times but this is different.

It's 9:03 and Ian isn't here yet despite saying he'd be over at 9. The pizza rolls had been timed so they'd still be hot and the numbers are counting down.

The timer goes off just as there's a loud knock.

[runninonemptyy]

*New fic alert!* First chapter posted, updating every other day.

Summary:

Mickey hates Ian Gallagher, the building inspector with a perpetual stick up his ass who clearly has it out for him.

Ian hates Mickey Milkovich, the construction company owner who can’t seem to follow a safety code to save his life.

Or at least that’s what everyone thinks. But what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[secret-gallavich]

Even With The Smallest Cuts, You Can Still Lose So Much Blood

The cuts are so small it barely does anything. They bleed, droplets of blood pulling out of them but not falling from their position. 

So he adds more and more and more. Tiny little cuts all over his forearms and thighs. He’s not brave enough to cut deeper, cut in a way that would mean something. Looks into the mirror and sees Monica instead, her skin pale and arms covered in blood. 

He’s always been told he looks the most like her, some sick and twisted part of him wants to look even more like her, even with the blood.

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[katicusdramaticus]

Galladrabbles: Roleplaying Game

One more for the week. @galladrabbles

Ian: You enter a tavern and a handsome redhead is at a table.

Mickey: Is he drinking?

Ian: No, he makes plenty of bad decisions stone sober.

Mickey: I approach and ask him if there’s room for one more.

Ian: Okay, do a charisma check.

[Five minutes later, Lip enters]

Lip: Fuck’s sake! I just washed that couch!

Mickey: Don’t you ever knock?

Lip: It’s the living room!

Ian: Sorry. We were roleplaying.

Mickey: And I made that charisma check my bitch.

Lip: The kids play in here!

Mickey: What do you think we’re doing?

Lip: Fast-tracking me off the wagon.

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thanks @lupeloto for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt

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prompt: endure

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"God must have really hated me" Mickey says offhandely.

"You're religious?" Lucy stops writing.

"No" Mickey pauses "Sometimes maybe"

"What made you say that then?"

Mickey shifts in his seat uncomfortably, looks out the window to stall.

"I just got dealt a shit hand" Mickey thumbs his eyebrow "Had to fucking…endure more than I should have"

"It's good that you're acknowledging that you didn't deserve it"

"Right" Mickey sniffs "Like yeah, I'm 25 and have had to deal with a lot of shit that most people would never have to even think about but it's still fuckin' apart of me"

[gardenerian]

oh, but you're good to me, baby

6.4k | E rating | post-threesome, sixty-nine, bottom!mickey & top!ian, aftercare

He waits for a moment; nothing happens. He’s not sure what he imagined could happen. Ian waves a hand in front of his face, shooing away visions of himself bursting into flames as he touches the sheets where they just made another man come.  OR treadmill man threesome: the sequel

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many thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting kinktober 2025 🔥 sorry for accidentally turning it into kinkvember ily

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thank you for allowing me to share my silly little drabbles for whumptober, i hope you enjoyed them and i hope to expand on a few of them in the future, any you’d like to see?

[secret-gallavich]

Even With The Smallest Cuts, You Can Still Lose So Much Blood

The cuts are so small it barely does anything. They bleed, droplets of blood pulling out of them but not falling from their position. 

So he adds more and more and more. Tiny little cuts all over his forearms and thighs. He’s not brave enough to cut deeper, cut in a way that would mean something. Looks into the mirror and sees Monica instead, her skin pale and arms covered in blood. 

He’s always been told he looks the most like her, some sick and twisted part of him wants to look even more like her, even with the blood.

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read on ao3 here

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Burn It Down

Mickey stands across the road as he watches the flames grow bigger. Watches a window burst from the pressure inside and shower glass onto the grass below. 

It’s loud, rivaling his own pulse beating in his ears but he can’t look away, can’t even move from his spot. 

“Kid” someone shakes his shoulder, startling out of his gaze “Is this your house? Is anyone inside?”

Because it is Mickey’s house. And it was Mickey’s lighter. 

“I think my dad is still inside” he lies, staring straight ahead. 

He doesn’t think, he knows. Watched him pass out and burned it all.

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Fainting

Mickey’s been waiting for this day for years. 

Watched his older brothers go through the same thing when they were his age and it’s finally his turn. 

His turn to get the knuckle tattoos. 

He’s been so envious of his brothers, of his dad, for having these badass tattoos that lets people know who exactly he belongs to. To give people a warning on not to fuck with them. 

His stomach feels weird as he watches his Dad take a swig of beer and turn the machine on. The last thing Mickey hears is ‘pussy’ as his eyes roll backwards.

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I Could Always See Straight Through You

Ian knows Mickey’s lying when he said that Ian is nothing but a warm mouth. Mickey plays the tough guy so often that Ian thinks Mickey forgets that’s not who he is. 

He’s Mickey, the guy who keeps stealing from his work so Ian would pay attention to him. That had Radiohead playing while they fucked and ‘couldn’t be bothered turning it off’. The guy who pretends that he’s only hanging out with Ian because he wants to play video games too. 

Ian sees right through this bravado. Pretends Mickey’s scathing words don’t hurt him and lets him be scared.

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Surgical Scars

Mickey collapses in the middle of class one day. Just falls right out of his chair and onto the floor. People laugh, thinking he’s doing a bit but when he doesn’t get up the teacher rushes over and orders someone to call an ambulance. 

He wakes up hours later in the hospital and then a nurse is standing over him, saying where he is and how long he’s been out. 

His appendix burst. Could have been a lot worse, apparently but they got to him in time. He glances down as she changes the bandages, the scar raw and raised.

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Drawn Curtains

The curtains are shut, just like they’ve been for the past week. It envelops the room in a darkness that shouldn’t be there and in the middle of it all is Ian.

He hasn’t left the bed for more than a few minutes since the previous Thursday, hasn’t eaten much more than a few bites of buttered toast. Mickey forces gatorade down his throat so he at least gets something in him. 

Ian yells at him when he tries to open the curtains, tells him to fuck off. Mickey doesn’t listen. Sunlight helps the flowers grow so it should help.

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Lost Faith

Mickey has never been a church person. Neither has Ian. But he feels a kind of kinship with someone that he starts going when they’re both out of prison.

He doesn’t go every week, just when he feels like it would be good for him. Ian’s not sure if he even believes it himself half the time but it makes him feel better.

“I lost my purpose” Ian tells him one day. “And it was something I could grab onto but it went too far”

“I don’t think I lost faith in God or whatever, just, you know, in myself”

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Came Back Wrong

“Why am I here?” Ian asks, staring down at his hands. 

“You know why”

“I don’t think that’s why I’m here”

“Why don’t you explain why you shouldn’t be here for me?”

Ian pauses and looks up at the therapist. 

“I tried to kill myself” Ian deadpans 

“You did, your husband found you” she looks down at her notes “Said you needed to because you ‘came back wrong’, can you tell me about that?”

“I woke up and I was someone else” Ian shrugs like there was nothing wrong going on “If I killed myself then I could go back”

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