florist mickey saving fresh flowers for ian, because he knows that he's going to come in looking for a fresh batch for the bar. making sure that he gathers the brightest ones. dahlias this time around. he picks the most pigmented ones, trims the stems, picks off any drying leaves, and sorts them into little bouquets. delicately tying them together, ready for the hand off.
and he'll act like "psshh gallagher" it's not big deal. "psshh gallagher" our supplier brings them to us like that. "psshh gallagher" don't look at that shipment that's about to arrive of flowers very much not sorted in intricate arrangements.
but ian will know. he'll know and he'll swoon and he'll smile that big smile of his and give him a smitten "thanks, mick!" little hearts floating above his head.
anyway, have you thought about that lately?
skdjaslkdjasldj julissa 😭😭😭
i have thought about florist mickey every single day. i have a sketch burning a hole in my...well i dont keep it in my pocket..but theres a picture of it on my phone which i *do* keep in my pocket so YES yeah i got a sketch burning a hole in my pocket and i keep thinking about him in his little shop, how colorful it is but also how the backdrop to all those pops of color would be so overwhelmingly green. (mickey loves green)
and i think about how the air in his shop would probably be a bit humid, and how it would smell floral but also earthy. and ian probably loves that smell. its pleasant and a bit of a novelty living in the city but he also quickly forms an association with it to mickey.
maybe when mickey heads over to the bar after closing up shop ian can just barely smell it on him when he first walks in and sits down? he probably looks forward to the faint little gust of scent every day and doesnt even realize it at first.
i've thought a little about bartender ian too. the bar is all warm tones and lots of wood. he perpetually has a little bar towel over his shoulder. he's so charming with the bar patrons, everyone loves him. mickey watches him have dozens of easy breezy friendly micro-conversations with people every night and is in awe that ian never seems to get tired of it. which is especially fascinating to mickey who finds the customer-facing part of his job to be generally unpleasant more often than not.
mickey doesnt really know how it happened so fast but he went from having a quick beer and a little chit-chat with ian every night to actually just hanging out in his spot (when did he stake a claim to his own spot??) at the bar, slowly nursing a couple beers, letting ian orbit him all night. watching each other while they both internally puzzle out how much attention they can actually pay to the other while still maintaining a little bit of dignity. (this ship has sailed and the poor idiots dont even know it).
so yeah uhuh yup yes i uhm..i have been Thinking 🙃
michelle michelle michelle!!! your art is absolutely incredible and your technique absolutely blows me away every single time! we were working off of the same prompts, so any overlapping would've been completely understandable and fair!! i say this FULLY knowing that i would feel/have felt the same as you lmao! but, please know, i would've loved to see any and everything you wanted to share!! 💙
also, i hope you DO go shopping 😇 hope you find cute things heehee! sending you so much love!
Oh Julissa, you’re so very sweet for both taking the time to message me and also for indulging my silly paranoid tag ramblings. They were really just meant to highlight HOW AMAZING YOUR STUFF IS! Sorry for making it about me in the process 🫣
Also thanks for making me not feel so alone in my thoughts!!! The exact thing happened with Deena. I was literally working on my ‘chains’ entry when she posted her chains entry and like I CANT FOLLOW THAT, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT IT?!? hahahaha
But yes, you’re right. More fanart is never a bad thing. More fanart is never a bad thing. More fanart is never a bad thing! I mean, have you ever stopped at reading just one coffee shop AU? No, of course not! You read one, fall in love, click the ‘coffee shop AU’ tag, and then you mainline those fuckers like there’s no tomorrow!!
And yes, there may be some websites open on my laptop… Maybe for research purposes. Maybe for shopping purposes. Who’s to say? 👀 hahahaha
Okay, morning pity party thoroughly indulgent, i’m gonna buck up, shake it off, and return to my breakfast!
I will also crack on with the last day of Kinktober Bingo. I’ve got 16 prompts left and 14 hours to do it in… totes plausible, right? Yeah, right… 🤦😆
*brrrrroooomMM* *beep beep* get in loser sweetface, we're going shopping! for songs! i need your help, hurry get in! i'm suck on my old playlists and need some new jams, please help me!!! *ssskkrrrrrtttt*
nvm the fact that i do not have a license. thnx.
she’s a city girrrrrrrrl (no license) (beep beep)
oh my love you have no idea the joy this message brings me!! let me skrrt skrrt over to my spotify and pull out some certified bangers 💃🏻
[tires screeching] 🛞💨
okay we’re here, and it’s giving VARIETY 🌟
blitz by mr. little jeans
overalls & mini-malls by jax anderson
casual by chappell roan
new love cassette by angel olsen
dandelion by ill peach
backwards directions by abby sage
i like your heart by valentina cy
selfish soul by sudan archives
junk by vivienne chi
the overkill by small million
moves by suki waterhouse
ranch water by story slaughter
columbus day by miel
out of vogue by fever dolls
bump by dora jar
watch me by the pom-poms
balaclava by raffaella
please report back with a list of the ones you like the best and i’ll curate a playlist just for you 😇
DRISH! MY LOVE! i'm here with prompt 45 because your words are wonderful and soft and i love you!
(cc: @ianandmickeygallavich)
Hi my loves 🥺 I hope you like this 🥺
45. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together (from this prompts list!)
“IAAAAN GALLAGHERRRR. C’MERE. C’MEREEE, WHY ARE YOU ALL THE WAY OVER FUCKIN’ THERE!” shouts Mickey from the other side of the bar, his words slurring a bit.
“It’s been Gallagher-Milkovich for about a year now,” Ian smiles and shouts back, making his way towards Mickey.
Mickey gets a soft smile on his face. “Ian Gallagher-Milkovich. C’mere” he whispers, when Ian gets close enough for him to reach a hand out and pull him in by his waist. But it’s still not enough, so he pulls him in even closer, and snakes a hand under his shirt so he can rest his hand there, caressing the soft skin with his thumb.
He hears Lip playfully call out, “Hands to yourself, Mick, there’s kids here!” and replies with a middle finger and “Fuck off, Phillip.”
Ian chuckles next to his ear and he honestly contemplates telling Lip to fuck off a second time just to hear that sound again. Fuck. he’s such a goner, isn’t he?
“You’re drunk.” he hears Ian say.
He looks up from where he was focused on a freckle on Ian’s neck (He’ll suck a mark on it later.), to see that Ian already staring at him with a fond look on his face. And he can’t stop himself from saying, “And you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
It always blows him away. The way Ian blushes when Mickey tells him things like that. The way his cheeks redden and he gets this soft shy smile on his face that transforms into a grin after a couple seconds. The way he could be fuckin’ sixty or some shit and he’d still get the same thrill when Ian smiles at him like that.
“With your red hair and shit,” he continues, running a gentle hand through the curls he presses kisses onto every single day. “So many goddamn freckles,” his hand moves to cup Ian’s face and caress his cheek. Loves feeling Ian smile against his hand.
“Tall motherfucker,” he says, looking up at him. “Making me feel all protected and shit.” He’s just rambling at this point. You would too, if you had a husband like Ian. Well you actually can’t cause there is only one husband like Ian and that husband is his.
He holds up Ian’s hand, “Like. Fuckin’ look at your hand,” and presses his own against it, feeling a swoop in his belly at how small his hand looks compared to Ian’s.
He links their hands together, relishing in the feeling of Ian’s hand holding his. Leans into Ian’s chest to tuck his head against his neck. Press a soft kiss there. “Make me the happiest I’ve ever been. Best year of my whole goddamn life. Love you.”
Hears Ian sniffle an “I love you too.” and tilts his head to stare up at him. “Sappy motherfucker.” he teases, like the hypocrite he is. Gets a “Shut up.” and a teary smile in return.
#Me to myself: Old bald Revenge Frank isn't real. He can't hurt you.
KAM! i just laughed so hard at this lmao! *hugs you*
I love what they’ve done with this. I truly, truly do. I love that they did it as a good ‘Fuck you!’ towards a festival that just cashed in on nostalgia and just seemed sketchy in the first place, but I’m not gonna lie and say it is not a look that won’t give me nightmares…
Anyways, glad I could make laugh and I love you. Sending a kiss right back to you Julissa! ❤️
