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gallawitchxx · 3 months
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hi buds, hello, hey! we're back? last year, i started writing this au 100 words at a time per the weekly prompts from @galladrabbles. you can read the first chapter HERE (& you really should! just to know what's going on!) & then i suppose we'll just keep this party going as new prompts come out! thank you to @gillyp for reminding me that this story is still incomplete & thank you all for reading! xx
chapter two starts with installment #19 for the week of february 05, 2024: "Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces." by @energievie
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Ian’s knuckles pulse from the pert pace at which he raps on the Milkovich door.
It’s torture to just stand there and wait, held captive and stripped bare, nerves torn to pieces and praying for a little compassion.
He hopes Mickey’s home. They never confirmed his appointment. Ian’s just going off of his final words—Come back. Next week. Or whenever. Try this again.—before he turned away to find another cigarette.
Ian’s watched the entirety of their last encounter on a loop ever since, like a fucked up foreign film. No subtitles, just mixed (smoke) signals, confusion, and Mickey.
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gallawitchxx · 3 months
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snowballs & sneaking out ❄ by gallawitch
↳ written for the gallavich masquerade 2023
Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.
rating: M word count: 2.4K additional tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, S2 if frank didn't catch them, snowballs as a way to get someone's attention, weapons
— a huge thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting this fun event! —
❄ read in full on ao3 ❄
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gallawitchxx · 3 months
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for the prompt cold shower by @michellemisfit & @galladrabbles 🚿
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Mickey should’ve taken a cold shower. He should’ve turned on the faucet, and let the icy spray douse the fire in his veins. Should’ve left Gallagher to have a nice night in with his husband.
Instead, he sent a text.
Instead, he extended an invitation.
Instead, he sunk back onto his own fingers, opening himself up as Ian watched with hungry, unavailable eyes.
Mickey knows he’s playing a losing game. There’s no way he can give Ian more than he already has. But as Ian slips off his wedding ring and sinks deep inside, Mickey feels like a fucking winner.
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gallawitchxx · 2 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
installment #23 for the @galladrabbles prompt: loser, baby by @depressedstressedlemonzest
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The house smells different. Good, even? Like something's cooking in an oven that hasn’t been used in years. It’s familiar in a way that tickles at Ian’s memory and further drops his defenses.
Mickey doesn’t mention it. He just brushes past Ian, leading them towards the room he’s been using for business.
On the table, next to Mickey’s bong, is a platter of pizza rolls. Ian’s mouth waters.
Mickey thumbs at his nose. “You’ve lost your way, you think your life is wrecked,” he says, taking his seat. “Well, let me just say you're correct.”
Ian blinks twice. “Wait, what?”
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gallawitchxx · 2 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
installment #21 for the @galladrabbles prompt: mush by @tsuga-of-mars
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He’s still picturing it when Mickey swings open the door and crosses his arms over his chest, tugging at the buttons of his black dress shirt.
Okay, formal, Ian thinks, taking in Mickey’s slicked back hair and the smoke of his cologne.
Ian regrets his tee and jeans, missing the authority and confidence of his uniform. But Mickey doesn’t seem to mind—there’s hunger in his gaze again, twin storm clouds rolling in over a calm sea.
For a moment, they both look their fill.
Ian opens his mouth to speak, but fails.
Mickey smirks. “Comin’ in or what, Mushmouth?”
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gallawitchxx · 2 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
installment #22 for the @galladrabbles prompt: ratchet by @mzshko
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He steps back, giving Ian space to cross over the threshold; inviting him to close the distance between them, and commit to finding out what comes next.
Ian obeys every silent order. His feet move of their own volition, as if they’re attached to a ratchet wrench that pulls him forward in one direction, and one direction only: towards Mickey.
The electric current that runs between them had felt innocent enough last week, and then again, today, in the fresh air of the porch.
But when Mickey shuts the door to behind them, Ian realizes he’s caught in a trap.
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gallawitchxx · 2 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
installment #20 for the @galladrabbles prompt: valentine's cards by @look-i-love-u
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His whole experience with Mickey Milkovich, Southside’s Supreme Stoner Psychic, has been baffling to say the least.
At first, Ian wasn’t buying it. It’s gotta be some kind of scam! But Mickey’s built a solid reputation for being accurate and to the point. Besides, Ian’s always had a little bit of a crush. A death wish, too. So he paid Mickey his money and left with some fragments of his fated future.
He also left with a hunch that his feelings might not be so one-sided... Mickey didn’t hand over a Valentine’s card, but Ian saw the way he’d stared.
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gallawitchxx · 9 months
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY SIXTEEN — Soulmates
thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳
“You really don’t see it?” Ian says, his voice rising with desperation.
Lip shakes his head. “There’s nothing there, Ian.”
Except that there is! A thin, red string loops around Ian’s left hand ring finger; the end of which trails out the back door of 2119 N Wallace, and disappears into the night.
“Don’t wait up.”
He barely registers Lip’s warnings, his heart racing like a hunter gaining on its prey. Ian’s heard of this before, knows what awaits him on the other end, but—no fucking way…
Mickey Milkovich stands on his porch, wrapped in disbelief and red thread.
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gallawitchxx · 1 month
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
installment #25 & 26 for the @galladrabbles prompts: movies by @mmmichyyy & jello by @squirrel-fund!
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Ian’s heart kicks in his chest, a jolt of fear spiking through him, and his head swims. It’s like he’s back inside the dark theatre he’d been in all week. Mickey’s words are nothing but unfamiliar sounds.
If he’s gonna go to the movies, he might as well get a snack.
He grabs a pizza roll from the plate in front of him and pops it in his mouth. But when he bites down, the inevitable happens.
“Fuck,” he garbles, the sauce piping hot and burning his mouth.
Ian doubles over, in pain and embarrassed. He really should’ve known better.
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“Jesus Christ,” Mickey huffs, standing up and leaving the room.
Ian opens his inferno of a mouth, hoping the air of the room will cool down the masticated snack. Thankfully, by the time he hears the familiar sound of a beer cap being popped off, he’s able to swallow.
Mickey returns, bottle in hand. He offers it to Ian. “S’all we got.”
Ian takes it, grateful as the icy liquid chills his charred throat. “All you got, huh? Even juvie’s got jello.”
“What d’you know about juvie, Gallagher?”
Mickey’s squint makes Ian’s chest constrict.
“What d’you know about me, Milkovich?”
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gallawitchxx · 2 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
installment #24 for the @galladrabbles two-year anniversary picture prompt! happy anniversary galladrabbles! thank you for literal years of joy & weekly creations!
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Mickey’s eerie silence pulls the moisture from his mouth until he’s nothing more than a shriveled sack of dust. A tumbleweed in the desert, crawling towards an oasis that might not be real.
What Ian wouldn’t give for Mickey to pick up his piece and press his worries into the earth; bury them in the plush of ground weed. He wants to watch the water swirl beneath colored glass, wants to watch the fire turn into steam and smoke. Needs to see the air fill Mickey’s chest, raise his shoulders and bloat his lungs.
Finally:
“I know your secret, Gallagher.”
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gallawitchxx · 9 months
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY THREE - Body Swap
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“Damn! So this is what it feels like to have a fuckin’ bratwurst swingin’ around down there?” Mickey proudly shakes Ian’s hips. 
Ian could explode. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now? Really?”
A cocked ginger brow. “You oughta be thinkin’ ‘bout it too.” A bite of a freckled lip. “On account ‘a you bein’ me.”
That’s interesting.
Ian—Mickey—focuses his frayed attention on that spot deep inside him. The one that likes it good and hard. A wave of want crashes through him.
“Alright, tough guy,” he drawls. “You wanna chit chat or you wanna get on me?”
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gallawitchxx · 9 months
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY SIX - Genderswap
thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳 & thank you to @doodlevich for the inspiration 🖤
It’s cold, but a habit’s a habit, which is how you find yourself smoking and shivering outside of the diner on the corner.
The door opens and you see her—the girl you’ve been eyeing all night. 
Her hair is ink black and shaved on one side, her top lip frozen in a constant sneer, and as she moves towards you, your whole chest floods with heat.
“Got a light?”
“Me?”
“No, the guy lurkin’ in the shadows behind you. Yes, you!”
You nod and she leans in. She smells like Irish Spring soap and the rest of your life.
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gallawitchxx · 8 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
part 18 for @galladrabbles & @thepupperino's prompt: control
master post (updates weekly!) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16 | part 17
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The Universe takes “whenever” seriously, and in the days that follow, seizes full control of Mickey’s highs:
A broad chest pressed to his back. Arms wrapped around his neck. “Love is a battlefield!” Hoarse throats. Wide smiles. Two hearts near bursting.
Full-bodied wine. Pasta sauce on the stove. Tight jeans. Tighter tank. “You look good enough to eat, Mr. Milkovich.” “Bon appetite, Mr. Gallagher.” 
“I love you, baby.” “Love you, Ian.”
Having waited the full week, Ian finally arrives on the Milkovich steps, dressed down in a striped shirt that makes Mickey’s mouth dry.
He hopes it’s cotton mouth…
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gallawitchxx · 9 months
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY TEN - Zombie Apocalypse
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The outbreak was sudden and swift; whole cities gone in a matter of days. Anyone who was fortunate enough to escape just ran and never looked back.
According to the desk calendar that Ian swiped from a store a few states back, they’ve been on the road for eight months. Long enough for each of them to add another year to their lifelong tally.
Today, it’s Mickey’s turn. Twenty-nine. Who would’ve thought he’d make it this far?
Ian looked through half a dozen ransacked mini-marts to find it: “The world’s last Snickers bar. Happy birthday, baby.”
It tastes like heaven.
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gallawitchxx · 9 months
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY NINE - College
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Legend has it that the room in the far corner of Thurston Hall is a certified drug den. Uppers, downers, pills for studying, pills for partying—you want it, they have it. 
Who are they? Who knows. But every new tenant has picked up where the old left off. A bed and a campus job in one.
Ian knocks, cursing his roommates and that stupid bet.
The guy who answers has knuckle tats and a towel slung low around his hips. Rivulets of water drip from wet black hair. 
Ian stares.
“Here to buy shit or what, Red?”
“…Or what.”
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gallawitchxx · 9 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
part 16 for @galladrabbles & @milkovetti's prompt: double date
master post (updates weekly!) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15
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Gallagher’s hands flex at his sides, and it’s like Mickey’s noticing them for the first time. He ogles at how big they are, how speckled, how good they’d felt around his own hands in that last vision, how much he wants to feel them around his waist, his throat, his dick…
Flushed, and desperate to end this fucked up double date they’re on with their future selves, Mickey looks down at the soiled carpet.
“But I’m alive?” Gallagher asks.
“Very,” Mickey confirms, eyes lifting again. “Look happy.”
Gallagher’s grin sends sunlight streaming through a house once destined for eternal darkness.
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