#galladrabble

[milkmaidovich]

@dreamjupiter's Dancing prompt for @galladrabbles sparked something and I ran with it. Took much editing (I am a wordy motherfucker by nature), but I got that word count to 100.

An Outsider POV just for funsies, too

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Lip closes the front door behind him and walks toward the kitchen, where the music's coming from, stopping before he gets close because he knows what he's seeing isn't for him to see.

Ian and Mickey, dancing. One of their arms wrapped tight around the other, free hands clasped together. Ian's got them cradled right over his heart.

Their eyes are locked, complete devotion in their gaze, and Lip gets it, gets them for the first time. It really has only ever been each other for them.

Song's appropriate, he thinks, leaving them to it.

You're the one I adore…

[suzy-queued]

Science Fiction

This week's @galladrabbles prompt is brought to you by @millennium-time-machine.

Previously in The Lord and the Footman ... the day of the wedding has finally arrived!

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The steady patter of rain meant an indoor wedding. 

Ian stood by the tall library windows, between the history and religious sections, fidgeting.

The double doors opened. The guests gasped. Viviette stunned in her French gown and veil embroidered with satin stitch. 

Ian held his breath. 

Viviette and the Duke passed the poetry section, gliding elegantly.

When they passed science, two bridesmaids appeared, carrying her train.

When they passed fiction, Mickey finally came into view, closing the doors behind them.

That smile of relief unique to a groom seeing his love proceed up the aisle finally spread across Ian’s face.

[rayrayor]

Thank you @wehangout and @galladrabbles for this weeks prompt Descending, by Sleep token

SA trigger warning

So come on and save me now.

And you wonder what I believe.

That was it; he could see the terror in the battered face staring at him as the hooker stripped. He could not look away but cluched the cushion. Mickey's eyes were pleading conflicting messages: make this stop and stay there; stay alive.

His hand hit steel; thank the fuck for random Milkovich guns. This was not going to happen, not to Mickey.

Ian took the shot. 

The sentence, one year in juvie. Manslaughter. Duress . Trauma

Visitation

"Red, put your damn hand on the glass; gonna wait for you."

[sisitrip]

Galladrabble - "Locked In"

A little surfacing for oxygen as I edit a fic. For the "Ring of Fire" prompt by @rayrayor (thank you!), I offer my drabble "Locked In" for @galladrabbles.

The night Ian ran away to the Army must have been like walking through hell for Mickey. Mandy lashed out at him, but I'm sure she remembered that he was feeling what she could feel even then - abandonment by the person you love. By a Gallagher. In my head, that made them more than just siblings. It made them war buddies. Broken and trying to find a way out of the fire.

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He’s still in bed. Prone. Unmoving.

Familiar with this carnage, she sits close.

“They make us … burn,” she begins, contemplative. “For a look, a word. A fuck. Always burning.”

She strokes his hair. 

“Then they leave,” she laughs bitterly. “And you’re in a ring of fire. Locked in with all that burning.”

“Mandy,” he husks, “Don’t.”

She pulls his head into her lap where he finally breaks, barking harsh sobs into her belly. 

“I can’t get you out of the ring of fire, Mickey. But, I can show you around.”

Still burning, she holds him while he burns too.

[tsuga-of-mars]

Runs to the @galladrabbles teacher desk right before the bell rings to turn in my paper .... 2 yr anniversary!

I love this group and the beautiful people in it.

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Roof top picnic, west side view

Whole foods produce, paid for liquor

Ed Sheeran's Perfect, blue tooth speaker

If younger then could see it now

Not sure they'd actually believe it

Optimistic doe eyed little Ian

Fearful bristled little Mickey

Mop of red hair, big splitting grin

Over gelled spikes, bubbling hopefulness

Matching metal bands

A future to look forward to

Shared look of bewilderment at how safe, content, and truly happy they get to be

They get each other, not just for their first ten years

Not just the past two years of marriage

They get each other forever

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Galladrabbles

Well it's @galladrabbles again with @lizelandre's prompt "leap of faith"

Last one, at least for tonight lol.

It wouldn’t be like last time.

He had to keep repeating it in his mind.

Ian loved him, he said so.

He was willing to toss his parole so he could stay with him here.

Mickey gave Ian one last kiss and a bone crushing hug before he was taken to be processed out.

Ian was free.

Mickey smiled.

But on the inside he still felt the glimmer of fear.

He took a deep breath shoving that fear down.

It wouldn’t be like last time, he was taking the leap of faith, waiting for Ian to catch him this time.

[very-sleepy-head]

I’m back bitches! And it’s Galladrabble time!

This weeks prompt Mean and Scary @galladrabbles @depressedstressedlemonzest

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The Milkovich Guide to Being Mean and Scary

Mickey gives off a scary first impression, and his actions used to back it up. Mickey had expressed himself through violence from a very young age. He had to be that way to survive.

Ian wasn't fooled though, he saw right through the mean and scary and found mischievous and sensitive.

“Kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” Mickey threatened. Ian heard "I'm not ready yet."

"Fuck you is what you're invited to!" is easily translated to "I want you to come over."

"Miss me?" is clearly "I've miss you."

[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabble

Here it is! My @galladrabbles for this week. Based on @tsuga-of-mars prompt. This was a fun challenge, Lily!

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Wildfire

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We made it.

Mickey takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He hears the waves crashing, the seagulls scream and Ian’s quiet breathing. He feels the grainy sand underneath his fingertips and leans closer into Ian’s warmth.

“Mick…”, a quiet murmur. Ian’s low voice vibrates in his chest. Mickey smiles, hums.

“Open your eyes, baby. You're missing it.”

Mickey blinks.

The sun’s setting, glowing red dipping into the ocean. The sky’s filled with red-orange-pink flames.

They’re reflected in Ian’s hair. His skin’s glowing. He’s fucking beautiful. Radiant. Everything’s red and warm.

Lust rushes through Mickey’s veins, spreading like wildfire.