#gallavich fic prompt

[you-show-me-love]

Oooh, 31? 😁

31. loopy confession after waking up from anesthesia is a lot harder to pass off as a joke the third time

"Fuck, you're hot."

Ian let himself grin as he reviewed Mr. Milkovich's chart. Surgery had gone well. Ian made a note that he was still all loopy from the anesthesia, but left out the words that proved him correct.

"Oh my god, Mick! Please excuse my brother." The woman at his bedside apologized on behalf of his patient.

"He's barely conscious and already cracking jokes." Ian played off the confession for her sake. She didn't need to know anesthesia was basically truth serum at this rate.

"I like fuckin carrot tops" Mr. Milkovich slurred loudly, his face screwed up in indignation.

"With the freckles 'n pale skin…fuckin…alien looking."

He seemed to grow exhausted with each word near the end, head falling back heavily onto the pillows and eyes fluttering closed.

"He's joking." Mandy agreed with an eager nod before turning it into a quick shake of her head. "And you're not alien looking!"

Ian just smiled at the second hand embarrassment obvious in the woman's face and went back to checking out his patient. Everything was looking good, Ian thought, of both the man's vitals and his appearance. He's cute, even under the harsh hospital lights after getting major surgery.

Ian wasn't immune to a good looking man, he just had the luxury of not saying it aloud.

"Everything looks good." Ian began, grabbing the attention of the room. "Anesthesia should wear off in a couple hours."

Mandy nodded and leaned back in her chair, settling in for another few hours of babysitting her older brother and hoping he doesn't say anymore weird shit.

"Mr. Milkovich," Ian said loud and clear, catching the drugged up man's attention. "You're going to feel a little pain as you come down-"

"Cut the chit chat and get on me." Mickey slurred, his mouth forming a lazy, somewhat flirty smile that Ian couldn't help but be charmed by.

"Jesus Mick!" Mandy was back in her upright position, face littered with confusion and worry.

"He's straight so I don't know why-"

"Hey!" Mickey bellowed, too loud for the small recovery room and its occupants. But it was effective, he had their attention.

"I want everyone here to know I'm fuckin' gay." Mickey said, sounding firm and clear, no slur to his words, no room to misunderstand. His tired, half lidded eyes flickered between his sister and the hot redhead.

"Big ol' Mo." He affirmed to his quiet audience, before sleep pulled him under.

It was a beat or two before anyone moved. It was Mandy's hand, moving shakily to cover her mouth, that reset the room.

"He didn't mean that. It's-it's the drugs talking right?"

Wide, desperate eyes looked to Ian for confirmation he could not give. He gave a noncommittal shrug and tried to school his face to impassivity. Judging by her face he did not succeed, unsurprisingly. He'd always been shit at playing it cool.

"He might not remember when he wakes up." Ian started, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "Go easy on him. Sounds like he's been holding that in a long time."

Mandy covered her brother's limp hand with her own, feeling confusion give way to empathy and hurt. She had known her brother all her life, but did she really know him? If she didn't she was going to now.

"Thank you nurse." She looked up at the redhead, the alien looking motherfucker that loosened Mickey's tongue and in turn allowed Mandy to see a new side of her brother.

"Ian."

"Thanks, Ian." Mandy rectified, her smile wide and tone fond.

Ian nodded and grinned back, sparing one last glance to the man in the hospital bed. His heart fluttered taking in his relaxed visage, so angular, pale, and beautiful.

"I'll be back to check on him." Ian informed Mandy, already planning to edit his floor rotation to make it happen.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #gallavich fanfic #chaos writes #mandy milkovich #ao3 #ask #prompts #tumblr prompt #gallavich fic prompt

[heymrspatel]

'"What the fuck is this."

Ian pulls out half a dozen cupcakes, all different flavors, and sticks a candle in every single one. He lights them all and sings Happy Birthday to his husband in the lowlight of their kitchen, his arms wrapped around Mickey’s waist and his voice soft. Mickey’s cheeks turn pink, and Ian pretends not to notice. He makes him blow out the candles anyways.

“You have to try them all,” Ian tells him. “Have to?” “Legally required.” “I don’t remember signing a contract.” “It’s written in between the lines of our marriage license.”

Mickey snorts and picks up the first cupcake—basic, safe, plain old vanilla with vanilla frosting—and takes a huge ass bite before handing it to Ian. He gets frosting on his nose.' - i need you (like cake on my birthday) by @sam-loves-seb

my gift for the lovely @sam-loves-seb 💙✨ prompt - art based on a fic for @gallavichthings gallavich gift exchange

#heehee hiii sam!!! i really hope i did your fic justice with this! #i was so excited when i saw that this prompt was yours and that i'd get to bring one of your fics to life! like i squealed!!! #nvm the fact that this is by far one of my favorite fics of yours! it's so cute and fluffy and i wanted to draw so many scenes! #but ultimately this was the one! wrapped up. smitten. frosting on his nose! aaah i had so much fun with this! i hope you like it 🥰💙 #shameless #shameless fanart #gallavich #gallavich fanart #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #myart #shamelessnet #shameless fan art #digital art #fanart

[mmmichyyy]

hi hi! for the writing prompts, #89 <3

#89: "you're not interested, are you?"

"you wanna get out of here?"

"...huh?"

"come on, you've been staring at me all night. i can take a hint."

"look man, i think you've got the wrong idea. i'm waiting for my husband."

"i don't see a ring on your finger."

"it's right here–oh shit, mick's going to kill me."

"dude if you're not down to hook up, just tell me."

"who the hell is this, gallagher?"

"oh, uh..."

"i'm scott, and i just want to let you know your husband has been eyeing me all night."

"hm. has he now."

"mick..."

"you want to fuck this guy, gallagher?"

"no, of course not! i was waiting for you and he just came onto me out of nowhere!"

"i told you to wear your glasses tonight, you dork. now you gave steven blue balls."

"my name is sco–"

"well if you weren't half an hour late, i wouldn't be looking around for you!"

"well sor-ry, i was getting the fancy lube you liked before the drugstore closed."

"i told you, i'm fine with whatever–"

"so just to confirm, you're both not interested, right?"

"you're still here?"

"bye sam."

"damn gallagher you need to stop being so hot, you're a married man now."

"i'm only hot for you, mick."

"wait, where's your ring?!"

"...ah fuck."

#heehee thanks for the prompt cross 🖤 #gallavich ficlet #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #my words #gallavich #michy ficlet #ask game

[wehangout]

5 for the physical affection but smutty prompts pretty pretty please 🙏 😶

Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty

5. crying into their neck/shoulder

Mickey's pupils are blown, only a tiny ring of blue visible as he stares up at you through wet, hooded eyes. Hands restrained against the headboard and mouth stuffed with his favourite gag, you've never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Good?" you ask, voice a whisper in the dim-lit room.

He nods, the slightest of movements, and you reach down, caress his jaw. His eyes close at the contact and you smile.

"Yeah, you've been so good for me."

He preens and presses himself into your hand. You allow it, know he needs it. His entire body is flushed, sweaty, fucking gorgeous, and you can't help yourself.

"Think you've got one more in ya?" you ask, sitting between his legs, fingers back at his hole, brushing, tracing.

You hear the hitch in his breathing, see the way his chest begins to heave a little, and he shakes his head wildly and then nods slowly. You smirk, and three fingers slip back inside of him with zero resistance. You watch in awe as his eyes get that little bit hazier, his breaths get that little bit shorter. Fuck. You love this. Love him.

You press, knowing that, despite his nod, he doesn't have much more in him. He's ready for it, and you're ready to give it to him, ready to watch him fall apart. So you press and rub and stare into his eyes as he moans and pushes into you, press and rub and stare into his eyes as his dick leaks against his stomach and his ass clenches around you.

"Close?"

He nods. Gasps. Makes that tiny little noise you know means it's about to happen.

You slip your fingers out.

He groans. Something that sounds like a muffled, ragged fuck pushing through the gag. Tears spill from his eyes and you want to lick his face clean, mouth at his entire body, suck his dick until he comes in your mouth.

"Shit, Mick, look at you." You're so fucking proud of him, but you're kinda proud of yourself for keeping it together this long, too. He stares at you, desperate and needy, and you smile. "You wanna come?"

He nods, body trembling.

"Gonna come just from my fingers?" You wanna suck his dick, but you want him to come untouched even more. "Think you can do that, baby?"

He nods again, eager to please.

You slide your fingers back in and press, push your thumb against his perineum, attach your free hand to your own aching cock. Mickey pants as best he can through his gag, his eyes flicking from your eyes, down to where you're touching yourself, and back again.

"Eyes on me," you whisper, and he nods jerkily as you press harder, rub in unrelenting circles, jerk yourself in time with the strokes you give his prostate.

And he grunts, fucking whines, waiting for you, waiting for you to give him the permission he so desperately craves.

You nod. "Yeah, Mick, come."

He comes, his back arching and body shuddering, nonsense sounds emitting from his mouth and it's beautiful, gorgeous, enough to make you follow with a tingle in your spine and heat in your stomach. You come, aim it all over his cock and balls, and feel your body heat at the way it makes him moan.

You want to bask in the afterglow, but you want to be with him more. You let go of your dick, pull your fingers out of his ass, lean your body over his and brush your lips against his forehead.

"Okay?"

He nods.

"Gonna get this shit off you."

He nods again.

You release his hands first, rubbing at his shoulders as his arms ease to his sides, and then remove the gag, wiping at the spit slicked over his lips. And then you hug him. Because that's his aftercare. He wants to be held, wants the weight of you on top of him, and you want to give him everything he wants.

"Did so good, baby. So fuckin' hot."

He huffs against you. "Fuck, Ian."

"Got you, Mick. Always got you."

He nods, just slightly, and presses his face into your neck. His breathing evens out, and, eventually, his arms raise to hug you back, but every now and then you feel a little more wetness against your shoulder and you hold him that little bit tighter.

#idk man #ian and mickey #gallavich fic #gallavich #my fic #um #also excessive use of the word 'press' #smut prompts #kbye #anon

[burninface]

A prompt:

Mickey adopted a ginger tabby cat from the shelter called Ian, and since it's a pretty lame name for him, he called him "Firecrotch" sometimes in private.

So one day when Mickey found Firecrotch had wandered off from home, he had to shout both "Firecrotch" and "Ian" while checking every corner of the apartment building. The cat was nowhere to find, but a redhead stranger showed up. When Mickey roared "Firecrotch!" and "Ian where are you stupid ass!" once again, the stranger just turned to face Mickey and stared at him with a weird look.

"The fuck you looking at!" Mickey snapped, he called for his cat one more time and the redhead man just turned to threw weird look at him again. Mickey looked back at the redhead stranger, then freezed –ginger, green eyes, male, reacting to his call, wait, no, NO. There's NO WAY his cat could turn into this hot guy!!

Mickey watched him walking straight up to his door and swallowed. He moved closer to the man who might have been his ginger tabby cat…… then found him stopped at the next door. Mickey was kinda relived and kinda disappointed, and just as the door cracked open, an orange flash came out of nowhere and squeezed in before the real resident walk in.

"Hey Firecrotch! Ian! You little bastard! Come back!" Without thinking much, Mickey burst into his neighbor's home after his cat, while the redhead stranger was still stunned in place……

#gallavich #fic prompt #ian x mickey

[secret-gallavich]

thanks @ace-of-d1am0nds for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt. Love this song but i decided to take the title literally.

prompt: 21 Questions by waterparks

-

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"What kinda question is that?"

"Just curious, I want to be an officer in the army"

"Dunno"

"What did you want to be when you were a kid?"

"Fucking hell, we playin' 20 questions or some shit?"

"Sure, what's your favourite colour?"

"Green, yours is blue so don't complain that I'm not asking shit too"

"Are we a couple or not?"

"Think that's more than 20 questions"

"Fine, we're playing 21 questions instead. Are we a couple or not?"

"Of course we're a fucking couple"

"I have another question"

"No."

#galladrabbles #gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fic #prompt #drabble #21 questions

[jessij1997]

Drabble challenge

Send me a number and I'll write. That's all.

1. "I want to hear you beg."

2. "Arch your back for me."

3. "You look better with my hands

around your neck."

4. "Swallow it. All of it."

5. "God, you feel so fucking good."

6. "Suck on it."

7. "You're so fucking hot."

8. "Open your legs for me, baby. I

wanna see you."

9. "Don't hold back."

10. "Ah, fuck."

11. "That noise...keep making it."

12. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

13. "Let's make this quick."

14. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at

me."

15. "You're mine."

16. "Such a good little boy, aren't you?"

17. "Faster-ah shit-harder..."

18. "I wanna go again."

19. "Hurry up baby"

20. "You buy this for me Gallagher?"

21. "I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship"

22. "I had a dream about you."

23. "I found the candles, we’ll be alright."

24. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

25. "Don't you fucking dare, baby."

#drabbles #drabble challenge #gallavich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #gallavichedit #ian and mickey #gallavich fanfic #noel fisher #shameless fanfiction #shameless us #writers on tumblr #writing #writerscommunity #smut prompts #fic prompt #writing prompt #prompt #number #smut #smutty fanfiction #smutty smut smut #smut tag

[em-harlsnow]

I wrote a little fan fiction based on a prompt from @whatwouldmickeydo about someone assuming Lip and Mickey are married instead of Ian and Mickey. I loved the idea so I just had to write it.

I hope you like it :)

#shameless prompts #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

[rayrayor]

Ok I liked this week @ianandmickeygallavich1

This Drabble prompt @galladrabbles

Blur

Saving that kid made him think of Mickey. 

That morning, he could not save him.

SHIM said if he saved more, SHIM would protect Mickey in Mexico.

Ian had not been able to, but SHIM would. 

The trial was a blur. 

He was ready to go to jail and do the sentence of loneliness Mickey never should have had. 

Penance for letting Mickey go. Not to be saddled with his unquiet mind. 

-------------------------

"Oh, hey, I got bottom

So your toooop."

Mickey. He was here—real, beautiful.

Even if SHIM was angry, it was his time to never let Mickey go. 

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #mickey milkovich #gallavich fic #galladrabbles #blur #I think prompt 123 #SHIM #shameless fanfiction #mickey x ian #shameless #ian and mickey #ian gallagher

[sam-loves-seb]

dream a little dream of me -- chapter 1

Ian smiles at him. He checks his watch—ten-thirty—and wonders when they got so old. They’re still in their twenties and more often than not they don’t see eleven o’clock. They used to run around the abandoned buildings and the poorly lit sidewalks until the sun came up when they were teenagers. He can’t even imagine doing that shit now. He’s tired. His body is tired after so many years of fighting against what feels like everything and everyone, and now he’s finally pushed through to the other side. Mickey too. Mickey more than most. Beers and blunts and Friday nights. And a bed that’s just on the other side of the living room.

prompt: “Baby, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

read the rest on ao3

#ficlet #prompt response #gallavich #my gallavich fic #my ficlet #my shameless fic #shameless

[you-show-me-love]

3.theme park employees...one wears a stupid mascot suit and the other is crushing hard

3. theme park employees...one wears a stupid mascot suit and the other is crushing hard

"Dude if you stare any harder at Bitzy Bunny people are going to think you're a furry."

Lip elbowed his younger brother out of his stupor just in time for Fiona to drop a box of soda cup lids in front of him to unload.

"Or worse, straight." She added with a wink at Lip behind their brother's back.

Ian shuddered at the thought as he began to unpack and organize the lids. It was still early in the day but late in the summer. Chicago's rinky dink pop up theme park had been a huge success, the Gallaghers going in on a food and drink stall and making enough money to get them through the next three winters. Every day was sweat and grease and spilled soda and a full tip jar. Every day Ian got teased mercilessly for his crush on Bitzy Bunny.

"It's not about the costume, it's who's in it." Ian grumbled under his breath as he broke down the box.

Beneath the costume was the most perfect man Ian had ever seen. Thick thighs, round ass, and muscular arms were incased in the furry suit. Beneath those large bunny paws were tattooed knuckles and fingertips stained with nicotine. And underneath that big bunny head was inky dark hair, over blue eyes, over a perfectly straight nose, over plump kissable lips. Within Bitzy Bunny was Mickey Milkovich and that's who Ian couldn't stop crushing on.

"Listen man, this gig is over next week. Either grow a pair or get over him." Lip said, slinging his arm around his little brother's slumped shoulders.

The long days were ending quicker than Ian anticipated leaving him more love stricken than usual. Every moment could be the last. The last time he could watch Bitzy Bunny skip around the space in front of their stand, the last time he could see Bitzy Bunny bend down to hug an excited child, even the last time he could catch some random dude grope Bitzy Bunny's fuzzy as and get a solid oversized footed kick in the nuts for it.

"Ian if you don't talk to him I will." Fiona insisted on the last day of the summer. The park was clearing out slowly as the final hour of the final day wound down. Bitzy Bunny was waving goodbye to a family of five and slowly walking backwards towards the employees only area. Fiona, watching Ian watch Blitzy, gave him a shove.

"Go! Now!"

Ian bounded away, using his long legs and adrenaline to close the distance between him and his summer crush.

"Hey." Ian wheezed out when he finally met up with Mickey, who had already shed the suit and stood sweaty in boxes and a sleeveless shirt lighting a cigarette.

"Sup Ian Gallagher."

"Y-you know my name?" Ian asked, surprised he was even a blip on Mickey's radar.

Mickey rolled his eyes, blowing smoke out of his nose and regarding Ian with a look of exasperation.

"Yeah man. Your family ain't subtle. Made sure I knew all about you. Congrats on the big dick by the way, weird thing for you brother to brag about."

The red in Ian's cheeks has nothing to do with the summer heat.

"Yeah thanks…I'm going to go die of embarrassment now."

Ian made it a few shameful steps, promising to finally kill his older brother when he inevitably finished his walk of utter shame.

"Ey!"

Ian turned to see Mickey flicking his cigarette into the dead grass, his eyebrows high and a smirk stretching one side of his mouth exposing straight white teeth.

"I wanna see it."

Ian's face scrunched in confusion making Mickey roll his eyes.

"I wanna see your monster cock man!"

Ian didn't move, still unsure if Mickey was ragging on him. He would never live this down. This was turning out to be the worst summer ever.

Mickey walked closer to him, eyes going soft as he took in Ian's humiliated and unsure expression.

"Listen, let's go uh," Mickey hesitated, looking away with furrowed brows as he continued. "Let's go celebrate the end of summer. Maybe go to sizzler or somethin I don't know. Then if you feel up to it…" he trailed off, eyes landing with intention on Ian's crotch. He raised a brow in playful challenge.

"Okay, yeah. Let's go." Ian said, not even able to contain his excitement.

"Let me go home and shower and change first. I'm not wearing this damn bunny suit on our date."

Ian watched Mickey slide back into the fuzzy bottoms for his train ride home and rushed to collect the head for him.

"Can wear it for part of our date? The part where I walk you home to get ready for our date?"

Mickey snorted and lit another cigarette.

"Dork." He mumbled as the pair abled away from the last summer sunset.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #gallavich fanfic #chaos writes #ao3 #prompts #tumblr prompt #gallavich fic prompt

[gallawitchxx]

🔥 strength from the fuck-u-up tarot 🔥

Ian felt as if his heart might burst from his body. There wasn’t any logic to what he was feeling, what he knew was happening between them. No reason, no rationality. It was just magic. Just love. Fuck, could it really be love? “C'mon, let's light these fuckers up,” Mickey pushed, holding up the lighter. Ian nodded and Mickey picked up the vessel, tipping it to the side, the lighter disappearing into the open mouth. Snick! A smile crept onto Mickey’s lips as he watched the leaves catch, all of his and Ian’s baggage quickly being engulfed in a brilliant fire. It wouldn’t burn up completely, of course. They’d both have to continue to work on their own and together to unpack it all. Build something new, together. But this was a potent jump start. A promise, and a pledge. An undertaking. an exception to the rule | ch. 6: nor the furious winter's rages

[see additional cards on ao3]

#thank you again to the gallavich fic club for reading exception last week! #it's prompted me to finally post this card that i made so long ago #i really really love this one! #i hope you do too! #shameless #shameless fan art #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #an exception to the rule #witchy mickey is the only mickey #witchy things #tarot things #fuck u up tarot #the moon #bee makes art 🐝🎨

[mmmichyyy]

hi michelle 💖 i've been a little behind this week but if you're still taking drabble prompts then #6 “I need a place to stay.” please? 😚

#6: "i need a place to stay."

"c'mon, it's just one night," ian pleads.

lily gives him an apologetic look. "you know i would if i could, but i haven't seen my girlfriend in a week, and i don't think you want to hear two lesbians going at it all night."

"i don't mind!" ian exclaims, following lily out of the kitchen. "i'll wear earplugs!"

"...i live in a studio apartment."

"lils," ian groans, "i can't stay at my brother's place again, my nephew is driving me up the wall with his screaming."

lily sighs. "what about your other siblings? can't you stay with them?"

ian shakes his head. "debbie and carl barely have enough space in their apartment to breathe, let alone a couch for me to crash on."

"look, it's just one night," she points out. "the pipes in your apartment will be fixed by tomorrow, i'm sure you can endure a couple hours of a screaming baby until then."

"you don't understand. i love freddy, i do, but..." ian's eyes shift around conspiratorially. "i've seen some... things. i truly think he may be the..." gulps. "...devil incarnate."

lily wants to roll her eyes at her friend's usual theatrics, but decides to give him a break. "i'm sure he is, buddy," she says placatingly. "okay, what about..." she looks around the diner until her eyes land on–"mickey? i think he lives nearby, actually."

she watches in amusement as ian's eyes widen and starts coughing out of nowhere. she slaps his back a couple times as he gasps for air.

"i can't ask mickey," ian finally sputters, once he catches his breath. "i've barely said two words to him! plus," he lowers his voice to barely a whisper, "you know i have a crush on him."

this time lily does roll her eyes. "you know he doesn't bite, right? yo, milkovich!" she calls out, ignoring ian's frantic head shaking, "can ian crash on your couch? he needs a place to stay tonight and he's desperate."

"i–i'm not–desperate, no...." ian mumbles, as mickey pops his head out of the kitchen window.

"who?" he asks, brows furrowed, until he spots ian standing there, still as a statue. "oh. you."

lily didn't think it was possible for a human to turn such a dark shade of red without spontaneously combusting, but ian might be the exception.

"you know what... i'll just sleep... on a... park bench..."

mickey moves out of sight from the window without a word, leaving ian hanging his head like an abandoned puppy at the pound, defeated and wrung out.

"i guess i can hold a bible while i sleep..." he says slowly, mostly to himself, "...keep the demons away..."

lily sighs, ready to take pity on him (maybe she can ask aubrey to bring her noise-cancelling headphones?), before mickey walks past them, turns his head around, and raises a brow at ian.

"you comin' or not, orphan annie?"

about time, lily thinks, as she pushes ian's jaw up from the floor and shove him towards the door before mickey could change his mind.

the next day at work, she holds back a smirk when she spots a visible hickey on ian's neck. maybe mickey does like to bite after all.

#thanks deeana for the prompt ✨ #gallavich ficlet #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #michy ficlet #my words #gallavich

[wehangout]

Ooooh 13 maybe?

Send me a number and I’ll write a gallavich kiss 👄

13. - - discreetly

It's Ian's first low in prison and nothing eases the panic, the fear, the anxiety inside of you.

It's not like before when he couldn't get out of bed, and they've already adjusted his meds for him, but he's still low - pushing his food around on his plate, staring into nothing, not meeting your gaze unless you make him.

And you're worried. So fucking worried.

You try not to show it because of before, but you know you can't hide the way you look at him, the worry on your face. All you can do is try not to let him see it. The last thing you want is him pushing you away when what you need most is for him to be okay.

"Stop," he mutters, spoon squelching through his oatmeal.

You look away and shove some cold toast into your mouth. Talk around it. "Stop what?"

"Worrying."

And things are different now. You know this. But because of before, you shift in your seat and nod slowly.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Shit," he whispers, voice cracking the tiniest bit, and it breaks your fucking heart. His eyes are clear when you look up at him, though, and there's no animosity there. "Don't apologise. You can worry - of course, you can fucking worry - but I'm okay."

"Okay."

"I swear, Mick. I already feel better than I did yesterday. I'm okay."

You believe him. You know he won't lie to you about this. It makes you realise, though, that maybe part of your anxiety isn't just about how he's doing. Maybe a large part of it is about before and the way things went down when you tried to care for him before.

"Good." You say. You take a large mouthful of your weak coffee and nod. "That's real good, Ian."

Silence follows and then it's time. You've got laundry, Ian's gotta check in with the on-sight shrink. You drag your feet, though, not wanting to leave him, and you don't miss the way he does the same. You walk with him to the shrink's office, intending to be super fucking casual about leaving him, when he tugs at your jumpsuit.

You stop outside the door and glance around. There are a couple of stragglers in the hall and two guards passing, but no one's paying attention.

"Thank you," he whispers, "for caring enough to worry."

"Ian -"

"I know that's why you worry, and I appreciate it."

You think maybe there's a conversation that needs to be had, a conversation about before, but this isn't the time.

You shrug. "S'nothin'."

"It's everything." He pauses, glances around, then leans down and pecks you on the cheek. You feel your face flush at the simple gesture and quickly look around. Random inmates, two guards, no one specifically looking at you. But you wouldn't give much of a shit if they were. It's not the chance of being caught that has you blushing, it's the sweetness of Ian's kiss. "See you at lunch."

And then he heads through the door and the guard yells at you to get a move on and Ian's okay. He's okay.

#ian and mickey #gallavich fic #gallavich #my fic #kiss prompts #anon

[sweetperversiongirl]

Thank you Rayray @rayrayor for encouraging me to participate in the Drabble Challenge ♥ Thanks to Mandi @bawlbrayker for helping me edit this ♥

Here's my drabble on request number 15: “I’d kill for a coffee...literally.”

Morning crept inexorably into Ian and Mickey's bedroom, along with the sun's insidious rays. They should have gotten new blinds to replace the old ones Ian had taken from Lip and Tami's house in Milwaukee. In fact, Ian wasn't the least bit bothered by the fact that he had to wake up literally at the crack of dawn. He had long since gotten used to the strict regimen. The same could not be said for his husband, who had become particularly restless lately. Besides, Mickey had always hated the beginning of the work week.

Not that Ian thought there was any reason for Mickey's restlessness. But apparently Mickey himself thought otherwise.

The agitated tossing under the covers signaled to Ian that his husband was awake, and not in the best of spirits. It didn't come as a surprise to him either.

"Fucking shit!" Mickey jumped up from the bed so abruptly that the phone Ian was holding fell onto his chest.

Raising an eyebrow, Ian decided he wasn't going to release any comments just yet. Instead, he preferred to focus on enjoying the magnificent sight of his grumpy and completely naked husband. He couldn't hold back a disappointed sigh as Mickey quickly picked up the first boxers he could find from the floor and put them on, thus depriving Ian of an important part of his aesthetic pleasure.

Standing in front of the window, Mickey grabbed the blinds, crumpling them at the edges. He then jerked his arms violently, pulling the blinds off the window, allowing sunlight to fill their bedroom.

"Might as well not have this shit in here," Mickey yelled, throwing the now permanently broken blinds to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, he threw Ian an angry look. "You should give this shit back…” he kicked the blinds with his foot,"to your fucking brother. I'll be fucking glad to know that asshole has as fucked up a morning start as we do."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with my morning," Ian couldn't resist commenting, for which he was immediately rewarded with two blue knives pointed right between his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that you are Mr. 'Nothing Can Take Away My Zen'. In that case, Master Shifu, could you stop thinking only about your own ass for a second and take care of your fucking neighbor? Isn't that what fucking kung fu teaches?"

"Actually, kung fu teaches you to be more tolerant of your neighbor first and foremost," Ian snapped back. "I'm sure I've been pretty good at it so far, Mickey."

With those words, he threw back the covers and slipped out of bed. His morning boner stared proudly at the ceiling as Ian stalked naked into the bathroom. He didn't like the fact that his husband had managed to get him off balance so quickly, but Mickey's lustful sigh behind Ian's back made up for that brief discomfort.

Ian's peace of mind was fully restored after Mickey caught up with him in the bathroom doorway. Ian received his rightful morning blowjob, which he immediately returned to Mickey with all the enthusiasm of which he was capable.

Brushing his teeth, Mickey mentioned in passing that Kit, their new West Side client, had turned out to be a sneaky bastard who'd tried his best to drive the price of shit down. Ian simply reminded Mickey that credit should be given to Kit, since it was Mickey who had arbitrarily jacked up the price of shit. The incident was over.

Until it turned out that there was no coffee in their apartment.

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As they approached Starbucks, they found a line a mile long, which in itself was not surprising for a Monday morning. The next coffee shop was much less crowded, much to Ian's sincere joy. All his hopes of getting the morning going again were dashed immediately after the waiter mixed up their order and brought them iced coffee.

"If I liked drinking this shit, I'd have stayed in fucking Mexico!" shouted Mickey desperately as Ian dragged him outside, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Eventually, after all the morning's misadventures, they found themselves in a tiny, unremarkable coffee shop. By West Side standards, it was just a hole in the wall, mostly ignored by the civilized locals. Ian figured: why not? After all, he and Mickey were still ghetto dudes, right? His temporary excitement quickly faded when he and Mickey walked up to the counter and found there.... the laziest barista in fucking Chicago.

Ian read the man's name on the nametag.

"Good morning, uh... Squidward?" he greeted the barista with the most idiotic name he'd ever seen. After the guy didn't even bother to look up from his phone at him, Ian decided to order anyway. "Double Americano and an Americano with cream, please."

Again, no response. Throwing a glance at his husband, who was leaning his butt on one of the tables, Ian realized Mickey was approaching boiling point. He returned his attention to the barista, already seriously contemplating that a plate of stale oatmeal cookies would look good on this guy's head.

"Hey, Mr. Tentacles," Ian muttered through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, Mickey had gotten his ass off the table and walked over to the counter, resting his palms on it. A sly smile played on Ian's lips as he reached across the counter and slapped Squidward hard on the shoulder. The man didn't even flinch at this unceremonious invasion of his personal space. Instead, he slowly raised his head and stared at Ian, blinking his sleepy fish eyes stupidly, as if he didn't know there was anyone here but him.

Ian arched an eyebrow and nodded at Mickey's tattooed fingers, which his husband defiantly spread, knuckles pressing against the counter.

"I suspect you can read. Can you see what it says here?"

This time it apparently reached Squidward what an unpleasant situation he had gotten himself into. He swallowed awkwardly, and then, like an idiot, began to read aloud the writing on Mickey's knuckles. This made Ian growl impatiently and Mickey snort smugly.

"Bite him, Hercules!"

"Jesus Christ," Ian rolled his eyes, ignoring his shithead husband's retort. "Are the people in this place even capable of reading between the lines?" The barista blinked dumbly again. "Look," Ian noisily let the air out of his lungs. He points at Mickey’s tattooed fingers and spells it out, "It says, 'I'd kill for a coffee.' And that's not a euphemism, Mr. Tentacles. We understand each other now, right?"

With a hasty nod, Squidward jumped up from his seat.

A few minutes later, Ian and Mickey were enjoying a fairly decent coffee, seated at a table in the deserted coffee shop. They'd even allowed themselves to get a little fucked in the bathroom because Mickey was so damn horny. Ian thought he guessed the reason for that.

"Bye, Sponge fucking Bob. See you later," Mickey called out cheerfully, waving goodbye to Squidward as they left the café.

Once outside, Ian put his arm around his husband's waist and pulled him to him for a brief but deep kiss.

"Do you think he'll be happy to see us here again?"

"I don't care if he'll be glad or not," Mickey snorted. He looked relaxed now, which Ian couldn't help but be pleased about. "We'll definitely come back here again. Dude's a dickhead, sure, but his coffee's pretty damn good."

A wolfish smile blossomed on Ian's lips.

"Are you sure it's not because I turn you on so much when I'm angry?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, Peter fucking Pan," Mickey rolled his eyes. "You know you look like a golden retriever most of the time, right?"

Twisting out of Ian's embrace, Mickey headed toward their parked car. Ian rushed after Mickey, resenting being demoted so abruptly.

"Hey, what happened to fucking Hercules?"

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[ohkate]

Crack the Shutters

For Lisa @galladrabbles

Mickey was beautiful.

He knows he should say ‘handsome’ but beautiful fits better. He’d thought about telling him, figuring he’d blow it off or throw him a finger. He wondered if he’d pretend it didn’t matter but secretly loved it because it was Ian who was telling him.

Ian mourned the loss of seeing that.

Daylight was creeping in through the cracks in Mickey’s garbage bag shutters, pouring warmth over his bare back as he slept.

Softly he brushed his hand from the top of Mickey’s hairline down the length of his bare back.

He’s just beautiful.

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