Fantasy
The amazing @callivich gave us this week's @galladrabbles prompt.
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Fuck rain. Fuck heavy groceries. Fuck delayed trains.
Ian just wanted a smoke after a long day. Fuck being Lip’s errand boy.
Grab an ounce from my dealer. The final chore.
Ian descended dark steps into a basement apartment. He froze. Holy fuck.
“You gonna stare all day or actually buy somethin’?” The dealer’s laptop showed spreadsheets with huge numbers. He had holes in his sweater. Dark tattoos on smooth skin. Black hair. Blue eyes. Cigarette dangling from plump lips.
“Uh…”
The guy slipped his glasses on, and Ian fully died, his fantasy made flesh before him.
Bless you, Lip.









