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[takeyourpillsbitchh]

im homesick for arms that have never held me.

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[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Day One: Trying to get myself back into writing! I’ve been struggling, hoping I’ll stick with it, all I know is I miss writing but my attention span has not been cooperating enough to focus on any of my WIPs. So here this 380 word ficlet and I hope y’all enjoy :) NSFW under cut!

Ian was addicted to this. The way his body moved behind Mickey’s. His big hand wrapped around Mickey’s throat, the other splayed across his stomach holding them together tightly. Soft breathy whimpers falling from his lips and mixing with Ian’s grunts.

Mickey was grinding back against him. Their sweat slick bodies sliding together. A tattooed hand reaching back to tangle in red hair, the other gripping Ian’s forearm for dear life.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” Mickey moans, turning his face to seek out Ian’s mouth.

Ian happily obliged, tongue meeting Mickey’s before their lips ever touched. Ian pulled them closer together with a roll of his hips and Mickey gasped into his mouth.

“So good, baby, so fuckin good,” Ian breathed against Mickey’s lips, nipping at the bottom one.

His hand starts slipping lower, he desperately wants to jerk Mickey off but his hand stops when it reaches Mickey’s lower belly. Fuck. He thinks as he drops his face to Mickey's sweaty neck and breathes him in.

“CUT!”

He knew it was coming before the word actually cuts through the air. Ian instantly lets go of Mickey and stops but that doesn’t stop their bodies from resting together for a moment as they pant through heavy breaths.

Theo, their director, is talking to them animatedly, his hands waving around wildly but Ian’s not paying attention to the his passionate triad about their improvs this scene, not with all of the blood in his body still located in his cock that was pulsing in his cock-sock between his thighs directly under Mickey’s ass—his thick, round, beautiful ass.

Ian blinks back to reality when Mickey shifts and goes to move off the bed. Ian wants to grab him, pull him back, keep him right here. But he doesn’t. He’s not allowed to keep him when other people are around.

Blue eyes catch his and pink lips are parting in a wicked grin. “Good scene, Gallagher. Can’t wait to finish after break.” And with a filthy wink he turns away from Ian.

He watches Mickey go, heading in the direction of his manager who is waiting for him with a robe, when a hand clamps onto his shoulder.

“Man, you are so fucked,” Jackson chuckles. Ian groans and drops his head down, shrugging Jackson off of him which only make his best friend—and manager, laugh harder.

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My contribution to @galladrabbles this week with the prompt of “why would you say that?” from @atthedugouts during her birthday week!! 🥳💖

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“You think Kev is hot,” Ian huffed, crossing his arms.

Mickey groaned, looking up from where he just dropped to his knees in front of his husband.

“You still on that?” Mickey rolled his eyes. “Why would you say that shit right now?”

“You were checking him out,” Ian looked down, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, please, like you never checked him out—”

“Not the point—”

“It’s totally the point!”

Ian pouted, but his arms fell to the side as tattooed fingers started tugging at his boxers.

Mickey grinned. “We agree, Kev’s hot. Now shut up so I can give you a blowie.”

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[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Yeeee thanks @crossmydna for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt! This is kinda sorta based on the first time me and my sisters talked to my dad about pimple patches 😂

“Why you got stickers on your face?” Mickey asks, eyebrows pinched as he takes a sip of his coffee, completely missing the warning head shake from his husband.

“Oh my god dad, they aren’t stickers!” Evie groans, bare feet slapping the floor as she stomps away, messy red bun bouncing on her head.

“What the fuck was that?” Mickey blinks in disbelief.

“Oh, you know, puberty. Hormones,” Ian shrugs, then continues when his husband still looks confused. “They were pimple patches.”

“Huh?”

“The ‘stickers’, they’re pimple patches.”

“Ah,” Mickey says, nodding slowly.

What the fuck are pimple patches?

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IMAGINE: Mickey being a painting instructor at one of those places where people go and drink wine and paint pictures. Except on Tuesday nights they have a “mommy/daddy and me” night where parents bring their kids. And Ian stays bringing Franny or Freddie. At first it’s just something fun to do because he’s a great uncle but the it’s because he totally thinks the painting instructor is hot. Only Mickey totally thinks Ian is the kids dad—but he’s not blind and of course thinks Ian is hot as fuck.

But Ian decides he’s gonna make a move because obviously he sees the way Mickey looks at him. So Ian goes with Sue and some other friends from work on a normal adult night. Mickey seems surprised to see him but there’s teasing comments and flirting. Mickey learns Ian is in fact not the kids dad and is in fact single and gay.

Ian stays behind after everyone else leaves and they 10000% fuck, end up covered in paint some how, and live happily ever after 🤗

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just a lil spicy smut not smut that was originally for galladrabbles but I changed my mind since I’m doing a Drabble series now—I still wanted to share this with yall tho🤭

“How is he so hot?” Mandy groans quietly, eyeing the man at the front of the classroom.

His, incredibly sexy, voice echoing through the room, his formal tone laced with confidence. Strong forearms dusted with red hair and freckles slowly being revealed as he rolled his sleeves up, leaning against his desk.

“Oh my god, I know right. I would ride that any day,” the girl next to Mandy pops her gum, giggling, “Think he would ever sleep with a student?”

“Not fucking likely,” Mandy scoffs, jotting something down in her notebook.

Mickey smirks because just a few hours earlier Professor Gallagher had him on top of that very desk eating him out like he was a man starving. Gripping his thighs so hard he left bruises.

Moaning and slurping him up. Fuck, Mickey. Taste so fucking good. Sweetest ass I’ve ever tasted.

Their eyes met and Mickey knew…he’s definitely getting fucked after class.

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Short Story Sunday ✨

Mickey woke up late in the night to an empty bed. It wasn’t unusual these days but it was still startling sometimes.

A noise comes from down the hallway. A sound he knows all too well by now and smiles. He gets out of the bed and quietly makes his way down the hallway, to the room at the end, leaning against the door frame.

The sight before him is one he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of. One he’s maybe cried about a time or two.

A shirtless Ian, wearing only sweatpants. His thick, muscular torso and arms on display…he looks so good. Yeah, Mickeys obsessed with his hot husband, sue him.

But more than that he’s rocking side to side, swaying as he softly sings the lyrics to My Girl. Ian turns slightly, must catch sight of Mickey in the corner of his eye and turns to face him completely. A smile of warmth stretching his face.

“Hi, did we wake you?” Ian asks, and Mickey’s focused on the bundle in his arms.

Their beautiful baby girl. Swaddled snuggly against Ian’s chest in a soft pink and white blanket, eyes wide open and staring up at the stars projected on her roof.

Mickey shakes his head, finally registering his husband's question. “No, just woke up and realized you weren’t in bed. My alarm to feed her didn’t go off.”

“Yeah, I turned it off when I got home. She finished maybe twenty minutes ago,” Ian says softly. Mickey walks over, pushes up on his toes for a kiss, mindful of the baby between them.

“She having trouble going back to sleep?” Mickey asks, stroking a finger over her tiny cheek, laughing when she turns her head, mouth wide open, searching. Probably hoping for a bottle.

“More like I’m the one having trouble,” Ian says and Mickey looks up at him with a frown. A soft, tired sigh. “Lost a patient tonight. It was…bad.”

“I’m sorry,” Mickey says, reaching up to run his fingers along Ian’s jaw then up through his hair. Ian melts into it, pushing into his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head. “Not right now, I just want to love her. Need to have her close, ya know?”

Mickey nods his head, “Okay, baby. Want me to make some coffee then?” Tattooed hands coming to rest on his husbands waist, caressing, thumbs rubbing softly.

“You don’t have to, I wanted to let you sleep. Know you been tired having her at nights by yourself,” Ian says, the little bundle between them grasping onto his finger.

“You’ve been equally exhausted working nights again. It’s okay,” Mickey says, leaning in to press a kiss to Ian’s shoulder. Soft and sweet. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”

Ian doesn’t object this time. Just untangles his fingers from their daughter's tiny hand and reaches for Mickey. Grabbing his jaw and leaning down to kiss his lips, a firm loving thing. Looking at Mickey like he hung the stars and the moon when they pull away.

“Thanks,” he says, pressing their kiss together in one more soft quick kiss.

Mickey doesn’t say nothing else, just smiles at his husband and presses his lips to his daughters temple before turning away and heading out of the room.

And maybe he gets a little emotional when he hears Ian start singing to their daughter again.

[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Oof, been a hot minute, but here’s my @galladrabbles contribution for this weeks prompts of ‘fantasy’ from @ianandmickeygallavich1 🏰👑✨

A castle of blankets, lit by twinkle lights. Ian in a crooked paper crown, their daughter waving a glittery wand, and Mickey crouching low, growling, pretending to be a fearsome beast.

Evie squealing delightfully as Ian declared, “the princess has tamed the dragon!”

Mickey watching her beam with triumph, shrieking laughter free and unguarded.

Freckled cheeks, tiara and one of Ian’s t-shirts as a dress.

No fists. No shouting.

Just joy.

His heart clenching, realizing she’d never have to flinch at slamming doors or angry footsteps. She would never learn fear before love.

No, in this kingdom, she was safe.