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Molly! I loved your galladrabbles (I was hoping someone would do something about the band)!
I’m wondering what songs you imagine Mickey would listen to…..?
I’m thinking: Song 2, Popscene, Globe Alone, M.O.R, Bugman, Trimm Trabb, Battle
Especially, some of the more experimental/rougher kind of stuff?
Interested to think what else you think he might like? 💖
omg calli okay lets do this
song 2 was definitely the first song mickey heard and was like okay this is good and maybe colin knew how to download music off limewire and he got to find more from this band.
then he discovers girls and boys and is like waitwaitwaitwaitwait kinda changes things for him. awakens these thoughts he has hidden deep down bc the line Who do girls like they're boys is like what if thats him
anyway, i agree with all the songs you listed but i also think he likes that britpop singing but not singing thing? so i think he'd like parklife
absolutely trimm trabb, 100%. i think he sticks to like,,,the best of album mainly but i reckon he's more into the 90s stuff than the more recent things ya know?
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Thank you @callivich for this weeks @galladrabbles coincidently picking a prompt by a band that has been in my rotations lately and based on an irl conversation I’ve had.
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Prompt: Blur
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Blur is playing from Mickey’s shitty speakers as they make out lazily on the bed. Ian had initiated it with a sweet peck but Mickey wanted more. He always wanted more when it came to Ian.
The next song on the album plays as Mickey swings a leg over Ian’s hips, breathlessly singing along when they’re lips aren’t attached.
It’s fun but Ian thinks otherwise.
‘Why do you even like this band’ Ian mumbles as he pulls away.
Mickey furrows his eyebrows and glances over at Ians discarded ‘Gorillaz’ tee.
‘It’s the same singer as your shirt, fuckwit’
‘Wait, what?’
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thank you @crossmydna for this weeks @galladrabbles !
prompt: trapeze
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It's hard to hold onto sometimes. What he and Mickey have.
Because it's there right in front of him but it's out of arms reach. Knees buckling on a platform with no safety net below. It swings closer and closer to him with every swing but he can't get the timing right.
He wants this. He's climbed the ladder and he's at the top but there's something holding him back from taking that leap. Mickey comes close and then he's far away again.
Mickey reaches his hands out and then Ian grabs them. And they're swinging together in the air.
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thanks @flamingbluepanda for this weeks @galladrabbles very cute
prompt: cuddles
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Ian being a cuddler was something Mickey seriously had to get used to. Sure, he got hugs from his sister and when his mum was around she would hug him but other than that, there wasn't much of it going on.
Ian was a koala.
The first time they fell asleep in the same bed after fucking, Mickey woke up to Ian's gangly arms wrapped around his chest and his legs intwined with his own. It felt weird, like he should be suffocating but it also feels kinda nice.
He keeps that thought to himself as Ian stirs beside him.
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thank you @heymacy for this weeks @galladrabbles , you know i had to put some whump into this one!
prompt: bones
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Sometimes Mickey finds himself staring into the full length mirror. It's something he doesn't do much of anymore but sometimes he just needs to check.
He stands there and takes a good look at himself. At his stocky build, twists his body around so he can see all his scars. The gunshot wound on his thigh. The way the bone in his left arm juts out slightly because it didn't heal correctly from when he was a kid.
He used to stare in disgust, despised the person looking back but these days the guy in the mirror looks pretty happy.
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anon is officially off because people fucking suck <3
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thanks @mmmichyyy for this weeks prompt for @galladrabbles
PROMPT: MOVIES
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Mickey somestime felt like his life was a movie. A really shitty one at that.
Feels like he's an actor playing a role forced upon him, reading the script and transforming into this person he doesn't recognise half the time. Someone says 'ACTION!' and he's going on runs with his dad and saying he's gonna go fuck Angie.
And when the cameras aren't rolling and he can be behind the scenes in this movie he calls life. He can be who he really is. Make his own choices.
Can go find Gallagher and get used to feeling like a person.
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word count: 2.2k
a S05E09 break up scene rewrite
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Mickey feels like his heart is in his throat as he runs towards the Gallagher house. He pays no mind to how insane he must look to people because all he can think about is Ian.
Ian who ran off with his Mum. Ian who is refusing to accept his diagnosis. Ian who managed to avoid going to military prison because he’s mentally ill. Ian who loves him and gets him and is the one person in the world that Mickey could never ever hate even when he tries too.
So he’s running with his heart in his throat and a stomach full of butterflies until he reaches the rickety fence of the Gallaghers. He stops outside the fence and tries to catch his breath, completely failing when he takes in Ian before him.
He looks different. He still looks like Ian but he looks exhausted and worn down, like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders and he’s struggling to hold it up. Mickey wishes he could take even the smallest amount of pain from Ian, would trade places in a heartbeat. He’s just sitting on the front steps with a defeated look on his face.
Mickey’s panting as Ian finally looks at him.
read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54373411
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you dont have anon on on ur main but i just remembered you exist and i follow your fic account too so hi i miss you i hope you come back to posting on main soon
this has been in my inbox for days and i just wanna say i am very much active on deathclassic
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i know its you who runs this account MOLLY, own up to it
oh no
you found me
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My Heart, You Know I Wear It On My Sleeve
a post s04e11 fic
word count: 2.5k
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Ian kinda feels like he’s watching the world in slow motion.
He’s sitting by himself, staring blankly ahead as people walk by and talk around him. The world speeds up again when someone places a gentle hand on his shoulder but he startles anyway.
“Sorry” she apologises “I tried calling your name but you weren’t responding”
“Oh” Ian’s not really sure what else to say “Yeah, I don’t, I don’t know what to do”
“That’s understandable, honey” she takes the empty seat next to him and Ian notices the clipboard in her hands “I just need you to answer a few questions”
“Okay” Ian nods to himself, he can do that.
“What’s his full name?”
“Mick-Mikhailo Milkovich” Ian runs a hand down his face “Aleksandr, his middle name, sorry”
“No need to apologise” she gives him a smile but Ian doesn’t return it, just goes back to staring at the room blankly.
“How old is he?”
“He turned 18 a few months ago”
“Is there anyone we can call?” she asks and Ian pauses.
Is there anyone we can call? His mum is dead, his dad is back in jail. Not that he’d call Terry anyway.
“Mandy” Ian realises “His sister, she needs to be here”
“Okay” she scribbles something down “Do you want to call her? Or would you like me to do it for you?”
“I, I can do it”
“Okay, why don’t you do that now, yeah?” she rubs his shoulder again “It’s gonna be a while”
read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53403298
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thanks @suzy-queued for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt. did i cheat on this word? maybe
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Prompt: petrichor
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There's no customers in sight, Linda left ages ago to pick her kids up from school and Ian's doing homework at the register. Mickey's not sure why he's still here.
That's a lie, he does know. He keeps trying to be discreet when glancing over at Ian who's muttering under his breath but they've made eye contact once or twice.
"Mick" Ian finally calls out "Can you quiz me?"
"No" Mickey flicks a rubber band at the bench
"C'mon I've got a spelling test tomorrow"
"Lame" Mickey scoffs but he does walk over and takes the word list "Okay, petrichor"
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Galladrabbles: Cold Shower
Hi everyone! Thank you to @michellemisfit for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Cold Shower.
Continuing my fantasy AU.
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The Sellsword and the Mage, Part 39:
“I swear,” Ian growled, “if one of you doesn’t start speaking plainly, I will summon rain clouds to drench you in freezing cold showers ‘til the end of your days!”
Queen Svetlana bristled. “Who are you, peasant mage, to give orders to royalty? Show the proper respect!”
“Respect this!” Mickey growled, presenting both his middle fingers. “Now, get talking or Ian starts casting.”
“I can counter any spell this child knows,” Svetlana scoffed.
Ian pulled on his magic, causing the air in the room to grow damp and humid. “Wanna try me?”
“Fine. It began when King James married Fiona.”
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