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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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Mickey and Ian living together for the first time. Mickey goes out to adopt the biggest, scariest dog he can find only to return with a neglected shelter cat that wouldn’t get adopted because it only has three legs.
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Out of curiosity and also guilt over my own coffee intake. I wanna ask:
Now I'm not talking about when you're studying and so you drink 3x the usual amount or something like that. This isn't me asking what your record is. I'm talking about the most basic, average day, how many coffees you drink?
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Ian being 🤨🙄😐 for @michellemisfit
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24 for the kiss prompt?? 🤔
Send me a number and I’ll write a gallavich kiss 👄
24. - - in danger
Ian's told you about it. About seeing the crash, helping the woman out of her car, becoming fucking inspired to do something with his life. And you love that for you, you really fucking do. You don't particularly like the part about the firefighter, but whatever. Old news.
You also don't like that he can't do that shit anymore. You know he misses it, and not just the fucking siren bullshit. He misses helping people, and sometimes you go on rants about the medicinal side of weed and how people are probably really fucking grateful for the delivery service, etc, etc, blah-fucking-blah. You don't see any medicinal users on your runs, but Ian gives you that soft smile anyway because he knows exactly what you're doing.
So yeah, you know he misses helping people and you want him to have that back, but not like this.
"Ian, no."
He yells back over the screaming and crying. "I have to."
You scratch at your eyebrow and try to keep calm because that's the thing. He doesn't have to. You know he thinks he has to, but he really fucking doesn't.
"Mick." It's pleading, willing you to understand.
You yank your hat off and run your fingers through your hair. You do understand. You understand that the shopping complex across the road from the gas station you stopped at caught fire. You understand that there are people trapped inside. You understand that, in the rush to get the fuck out, people were left behind and injured.
And you understand that Ian desperately wants to help them.
"Mickey." His voice is stern this time, and you look at him, eyes wide. "I'm going to help."
"No, you're not."
He stares and you stare back until you have to look away, eyes stinging. He grabs your arm and forces you to look at him.
"I'm going to help the injured. I'm not going into the fire. I will be fine."
You sniff. "Fuckin' better be."
He kisses you, quick and hard. "I will."
"You get your ass killed in there, Gallagher, and I'll bring you back to life just to kill you myself. Got it?"
His smile is full of love, grateful that you're accepting what he needs to do. He kisses you again.
"I'll see you soon."
#ian and mickey#gallavich#gallavich fic#my fic#kiss prompts#you guys are really hitting me with the obscure ones huh?#anon
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I'm just interesting what's gonna be the result on Tumblr
#I've lost count#i think 3 are fandom related (not gallavich)#and only half of them mean something#i'm def not the kinda person whose tattoos have to mean something#i just need to like them lmao#also hanging out for my next one#they temporarily cure my mental health lmao
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for the kiss list!! i'd love to see u write #20 (...on a scar)
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20. - - on a scar (watch me turn this into multiple kisses on multiple scars while ian worships mickey's body)
There's a scar on Mickey's pinky toe. He told you it was from Iggy dropping a knife in the kitchen when they were kids and it landing on Mickey's toe. But then he nudged you in the ribs with his toes and asked why the fuck you were staring at his feet, fuckin' weirdo.
You think he's fucking lucky he's still got all his damn toes.
And you weren't staring.
But sometimes you do.
Sometimes when you're going slow and making Mickey fucking wait for it, you subtly inspect all of his scars, paying extra attention to the ones you can guess came about violently. And when he lets you, when he's so blissed out that he either doesn't realise or doesn't mind, you pay reverence to them with your lips and your tongue and your teeth and your hands. You treat them - and him - the way he should have always been treated.
Like the one on his ribs that was an almost-stab wound his first time in prison. That story fucking broke you, and every time you get the chance to pepper tiny kisses over it without him complaining about you being a sap, or wriggling because it's ticklish, you fucking do it. You kiss, gentle and loving, because you weren't there and it's all you can do now.
There's another on the back of his thigh. He still hasn't told you how that one came about, but you like to press your thumb into it when you fuck, while you're holding him open, hands spread over his thighs. You don't think he notices.
And then there's the other one on his other thigh. It still causes his issues when it's really cold out, but you've found that your hot mouth sucking at it is a surefire way to get him to moan like he's fucking gagging for it,
The faint scars on his ass from his other gunshot get attention, too. Sometimes little pecks or nips before you eat him out, sometimes you watch them go from white to red to white again when you grasp his cheeks in your hands and spread him wide.
There's a tiny one on his cheekbone and one hidden in his eyebrow that you know both came from Terry, from the night Mickey came out. Sometimes - when you're fucking real slow, basking in that in-out drag of being inside Mickey, inhaling every breath that comes out of his mouth and holding his gaze; when your forearm rests next to his head and your hand holds his leg at your waist, his own fingers digging into your back as he tries to pull you closer; when he stares into your eyes and lets out the smallest of sighs, sighs that you breath in and never want to release - sometimes you kiss those scars. Brushes of your lips that are so barely there, but mean everything because you're still so fucking proud of him.
But then there are the others. A faded cigarette burn on his knee. A dent in his shoulder from a belt buckle. That one just behind his hairline that breaks your heart to this day.
Those ones you mostly avoid.
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mini moodboard story challenge
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GALLADRABBLES #109 - COLD SHOWER
Dearest Michelle @michellemisfit , thank you for such a cool (hah! see what I did there? 😁) prompt 🤗❤️ Paging @galladrabbles 😎
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It's starting to turn into a ritual.
He watches Ian in obscenely short shorts stretch all his goddamn muscles, twisting and bending in all sorts of positions that make Mickey's mouth water.
Then, the second Ian’s out the door for his morning run, Mickey jumps into the shower, making it as freezing as he dares.
And then he calls Mandy.
‘Lemme guess, morning run.’
‘Yup.’
‘Same shorts?’
‘Mhm.’
‘You’re pathetic. Why don't you just tell ‘im?’
‘Tell my brand new and most likely straight roommate I wanna bang his brains out?’
‘Yes!’
‘You do?!’
He hadn't heard the door.
Shit!
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shameless | 10x11 - location, location, location
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things I would love to read: EMT!Ian and ER nurse!Mickey who meet at the hospital when Ian is on a call bringing a patient to the hospital—maybe they get along at first, maybe they don't, but after they run into each other a few times Ian starts looking forward to when they end up at Mickey's hospital (no he's not been obsessively trying to figure out Mickey's shift rotation, why do you ask)
and one day he and his partner have dropped off a patient and it's lunch and they're starving, so they decide to eat at the hospital since they're already there, and Ian sees Mickey at a table outside, and there's nowhere else to sit because the weather is nice and the employees are taking advantage of the sunshine
so Ian is all "mind if I sit here?" and Mickey is like "I ain't stoppin' ya, red" and it's awkward at first but then they somehow manage to break the ice—this may lead to Mickey showing Ian where on the smoke-free hospital campus is a sneaky place for them to light up and share a cigarette 😉
anyway the boys end up bonding and chatting and Ian finds an excuse to get Mickey's number and it'd just be cute as hell <3
@gallavichprompts any takers?
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#he's literally the prettiest person on earth while taking a dump#dude take my heart#mickey milkovich
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ian never comes harder than when mickey is crying - from overstimulation or gagging or a little pain, desperation, emotional release, etc - and develops a pavlovian response that is entirely inappropriate at sad movies, births, funerals, or any time mickey is overwhelmed.
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Jake Johnson as Nick Miller in New Girl (2011—2018)
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