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Mickey was fighting every instinct in his body not to quit this job.  Being a mechanic was the perfect job for him, pay is good, he gets to work with his hands, and the hours are flexible. Unfortunately, the guy that’s training him, LIp, was annoying as all fuck.

Then a tall well built stranger enters the shop. Exactly Mickey’s type. Ideas come rushing into his mind with what he wants this stranger to do to him.

“Who’s that?” Mickey asks Brad.

“Ian? That’s Lip’s brother.”

Prompt: coworkers au

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Mickey fucking HATES his coworker.

His name is Ian. He ate Mickeys lunch once like a year ago and Mickey is still mad about it. He’s always got a pep in his step. Gets all his work done on time and signs his emails with a smiley face.

They also hooked up at the company Christmas party and now Mickey can’t stand to even look in his direction which is awesome now that he’s transferred to a new branch.

Mickey looks up from his desk as a box is placed down and stares into green eyes.

@atthedugouts

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Ian only agreed because he was terrified Mickey would get himself locked up again. But as his husband strutted downstairs, dressed in black camouflage, Ian wanted to pat himself on the back.

Although he was aware of his existing army kink, this image was electrifying his body in new ways. The way Mickey's ass looked in those combat trousers, the black boots, the knee pads. Shit, he was already picturing him kneeling down in the back of the ambulance.

"The fuck you looking at?" Mickey smirked, blue eyes sweeping over Ian's body.

this is so late whoopsiee

anyways this was my first time drawing v but I thunk it turned out pretty well

Ian Gallagher is an ass kisser. Always the first one in, the last fuckin' one to leave—and he's the only person stupid enough to show up to the office at one in the morning. Which is why Mickey texted him.

"This couldn't wait 'til morning?"

"The shit you sent ain't workin' and I needed it now."

Ian gives a shake of his head. "I told you to do it at home."

Mickey scoffs. "We fuckin' tried that."

"I thought it went well."

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Mickey hates Ian Gallagher. That stupid red hair, those dumb freckles, those annoying muscles. Fine, the guy’s team won the paramedics vs. firefighters baseball game. Big deal. Mickey couldn’t care less about that shit.

Did he get a little bit (a lot) turned on when Gallagher punched the first baseman, another firefighter from Mickey’s own team? From his own firehouse, no less? Yep, sure did.

And last but most definitely not least, rounding out our Summer Camp banner reveals are:

Hot Pocket Brigade: @poisonedquiver @firendeavor @energievie @geonbaeeeesblog

Cardboard Beds: @mickaleks @spacerockwriting @mickeysgaymom @thepupperino @deathclassic

The weather's warming up, and we're starting to research sunscreens and bug sprays... that means, it's time to meet two more bunks! (Baseball Edition)

The Bunk of Bad Decisions: @aloonatlast @nozenfordaddy @solitarycreaturesthey @mikcrymilkovich

Hot As Balls Tonight: @suzy-queued @smittybus22 @mybrainismelted @romidoes @blue-disco-lights

In which we showcase two more bunk banners!

First up is The Butterfly Brigade: @sam-loves-seb & @fireballazalea

And The GallaSinners: @hellcat1980 @rayrayor @sweetbee78 @filorux @brattylilvamp

For this week’s @galladrabbles, I'm continuing my busker!Mickey and talent scout!Ian series! In the last installment, Mickey invited Ian up to his apartment.

Part 38/? | Catch up here!

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As soon as the door slams shut, Ian’s lips are on Mickey’s.

Clothes are shed in a flurry of heat and hands. Grasping, pulling, clenching, squeezing.

Mickey leads them down the hall to his bedroom where they collapse in a tangle of limbs.

There’s little time for foreplay. Only enough to get them both ready for what’s to come.

And as Ian slides into Mickey’s tight heat, he doesn’t think about the fact that they’re coworkers.

Doesn’t think about the GPS ticking away in his car.

“Mickey shook his head ruefully. “Jesus, Ian... You really take it, don’t you? You really just absorb all that shit and treat it like the it’s the fucking gospel, don’t you?”

Ian wanted to pretend that he didn’t know exactly what Mickey was talking about, but in that moment, it was impossible. 

“It’s not always that easy to block it all out.”

“You gotta figure it out,” Mickey insisted. “You need to figure that shit out, man, I swear to god. It’s like watching the Mona Lisa getting graffitied. I can’t fucking…” he muttered to himself before checking his watch. He needed to leave now. Mickey tossed his cigarette butt and climbed into his car to peel off without a further word.“

- My Lord, i think you've had enough - Guess, i'm riding with you then!