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[avalonia320]

Father's Day Redux - Gallabrabbles

OK, I had to take one more swing at it; I liked my other one but this prompt was too juicy. This could be considered a follow up to my other one; not enough word count for the dog to make an appearance again but she's still there and they still gotta name her <3 Thank you for hosting us and all you do @galladrabbles and thank you to @smittybus22 for the prompt!

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“Do you ever miss him?’

Ian looked up from where he was sprawled on the couch, his feet touching Mickey’s.

“Frank? No,” he scoffed. 

Mickey’s eyebrows raised.

“Sometimes,” Ian admitted. “I get a crazy idea, I think ‘I’ll ask Frank, he’ll help, no one crazier than him’. Then I remember,” he exhaled. “You miss Terry?”

“No,” Mickey snorted, before he sighed. “The few times I could make him proud of me? I felt like the king of the world. Miss that I won’t get that chance again. Stupid, huh?”

“Nah. Normal,” Ian sat up, raising his beer. “Happy Father’s Day.” 

[kowhaifairy]

Haven’t posted any @galladrabbles in a while. @blue-disco-lights prompt this week is “Don’t”

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Mickey stomped inside after another evening dealing with Terry. “Fuck I wish I was adopted.”

“I asked Terry if you were once.”

“The fuck?! When?”

“Before prison.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I was freaking out and he knows prison.”

“That’s fuckin’ true. But how did the adoption thing come up?”

“He was telling me about the, um, “things” that happen there. I asked if it had happened to him and he told me ‘Milkoviches don’t bottom’…”

Ian went quiet.

Mickey went still.

“And then YOU ASKED IF I WAS ADOPTED???? What the hell Ian!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t resist.”

[jessij1997]

Ian never meant it to become an obsession and he never meant to follow this guy home either.

But some things simply happen when you want someone badly enough.

Coming soon on AO3 for GallavichWeek2026

[oathkeptroxas]

Written for the @galladrabbles prompt by @crossmydna

Sticker

Debbie stared down at her daughter's knuckles and the technicolour, blocky lettering. One hand adorned with P-R-I-N, the other with C-E-S-S.

Franny beamed with pride as Debbie glared at her brother-in-law.

“Ain't like they're real,” Mickey scoffed. “Just that sticker transfer bullshit.”

Debbie rolled her eyes at him. But then she turned to her daughter.

“You never wanna be a princess when I ask, Fran.”

“You wan’ me to be a boring princess, mama. Uncle Mickey says I can be a cool princess.”

“The kind that can fight,” Mickey added helpfully.

“Yeah!” Franny enthused. “Like Leia, or Mulan, or Peach!”

[dreamjupiter]

Attempting a take on this week's @galladrabbles prompt from @takeyourpillsbitchh - great prompt, chey!

"Would you quit sexting and eat your damn sandwich?" Lip snapped, gesturing across the table. "You're the one who wanted to meet for lunch so bad. Your fries are getting cold."

Ian rolled his eyes and poked at his food. "I'm not sexting, Jesus. Mickey and I are making dinner together later and I need to know what to bring home from the store." The phone buzzed in his hand and he grinned, abandoning his food to focus on more important things. "Okay, now we're sexting."

Lip rolled his eyes and pulled Ian's fries to his side of the table.

[thepiefromwork]

Thank you @galladrabbles and @ohkate for this weeks prompt:

Body Worship

Mickey reached out, hesitating when his fingertips grazed the cool glass.  

His eyes were heavy, his breathing laboured, yet every nerve in his body was alive. 

He made a decision, pushed his hand against the glass and angled the mirror. Now he could see Ian as he fucked into him. He licked his lips as he watched Ian’s skin glistening, his muscles flexing with every feral push into Mickeys body.  

Mickey gasped as Ian enveloped his body with his strong arms, pulling him onto his lap in full view of the mirror.  

“Baby, you’re missing the best view,” purred Ian. 

[galladrabbles]

PSA & WEEKLY WRAP U-UP

My darlings, we're almost done with April. Time really does fly, doesn't it? ☺️

As you can see in the "title", this week's wrap-up doubles as a PSA, so I'll start by saying a heartfelt THANK YOU, from both me and Vey, for playing our little game for four years and a half! It's been all sorts of wonderful and we're beyond grateful for each and every one of you 🤗🥰

But, as we all know, the Gallavich fandom has been steadily slowing down. It doesn't really come as a surprise, though, does it? It's been five years since the show ended and we live in an era where everything and everyone is almost always on the move. New pieces of media, new hyperfixations, new fandoms ☺️

Add to this the exciting changes in both mine and Vey's lives and it all leads to this: we're heading for goodbye.

In theory, the roster comes to a full circle with the last prompter (Jessica) on 10th August. It might be a bit sooner, though, since you all know we constantly review and update it. Either way, the last prompt will most likely be theirs.

The blog will remain up, to be perused at will. It holds thousands of drabbles and we wouldn't dream of deactivating it. It's our little archive, if you will, and it will stay alive for as long as Tumblr exists 😊

Once again, thank you to each and everyone one of you for all these wonderful years. It might not be goodbye forever. Who knows? Life has a funny way of unfolding. And we still have a couple of months left to play 🥰

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programme. We already have a prompt for tomorrow - thank you for submitting it ahead of time, dearest Laurel @lupeloto 🤗🥰 So, we'll "see" you tomorrow, as usual, at 5 pm GMT.

Enjoy the rest of your Sundays, my lovelies ❤️

-Evie

[liskitsune]

Little naughty thing for @galladrabbles (my first weeeee 👻). Thanks for this week's promt - 'DON'T' . In my mind the moment is somewhere in early S3 when young Gallavich just having fun summertime 🍓

‘What you think you’re doin’, Gallager!?’

‘Shhh’ one of the hands leaves the leather belt Ian snaking ’round Mickey’s caught wrists, and travels from the brunette’s low back along the torso, possessively pulling closer. ‘You know you’ll like it’ – warm breath tickles sensitive earlobe skin.

Fuckery fucking fuck…

‘Fuck off!..’

Quiet laugh and the hand is back on the belt, slowly continuing its work.

‘Tell me to stop, Mick’

He can’t answer, the world rapidly shutting up, heated, moist, blissfully so.

‘Mickey’ whispery reminder ‘You want me to stop?’

‘Don’t!..’ sharp hungry inhale. ‘Don’t you fucking dare to stop now!’