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My darlings, we're almost done with April. Time really does fly, doesn't it? ☺️

As you can see in the "title", this week's wrap-up doubles as a PSA, so I'll start by saying a heartfelt THANK YOU, from both me and Vey, for playing our little game for four years and a half! It's been all sorts of wonderful and we're beyond grateful for each and every one of you 🤗🥰

But, as we all know, the Gallavich fandom has been steadily slowing down. It doesn't really come as a surprise, though, does it? It's been five years since the show ended and we live in an era where everything and everyone is almost always on the move. New pieces of media, new hyperfixations, new fandoms ☺️

Add to this the exciting changes in both mine and Vey's lives and it all leads to this: we're heading for goodbye.

In theory, the roster comes to a full circle with the last prompter (Jessica) on 10th August. It might be a bit sooner, though, since you all know we constantly review and update it. Either way, the last prompt will most likely be theirs.

The blog will remain up, to be perused at will. It holds thousands of drabbles and we wouldn't dream of deactivating it. It's our little archive, if you will, and it will stay alive for as long as Tumblr exists 😊

Once again, thank you to each and everyone one of you for all these wonderful years. It might not be goodbye forever. Who knows? Life has a funny way of unfolding. And we still have a couple of months left to play 🥰

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programme. We already have a prompt for tomorrow - thank you for submitting it ahead of time, dearest Laurel @lupeloto 🤗🥰 So, we'll "see" you tomorrow, as usual, at 5 pm GMT.

Enjoy the rest of your Sundays, my lovelies ❤️

---------★ DON'T

Night had fallen over them. They shared a cigarette, legs dangling from the roof of the abandoned building. Mickey took a drag and passed it back to the redhead, fingers brushing.

"So, when do you leave?"

Ian bowed his head, lips pressed tight.

"In a few days."

Mickey nodded, but what he was really thinking was:

I know you're leaving because of me. Don't. 

He looked into his green eyes, and the boy sighed, winding his fingers into the older one's shirt. It was as if Ian could somehow feel it when he whispered, desperate:

Ahhh, when @blue-disco-lights is the @galladrabbles prompter, an AU meet ugly is definitely in order.

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The paint was still wet.

White graffiti over the stop sign said, “Don’t.”

Ian fumed. He would find this vandal. He wasn’t head of the neighborhood watch for nothing.

He heard footsteps. Got you now, asshole.

Ian broke into a run, chased the guy, pinned him against a fence.

And, oh. Ian had seen this guy, around the block, at the corner store, always staring at him. 

Fuck, he was hot. Still a criminal, though.

The guy fluttered his dark lashes. “Finally caught me, Red.” He inched his paint-stained fingers inside Ian’s shirt. “Want me to stop?”

This prompt really stumped me, but I wrote something! Have a little season 1 Gallavich snippet...

For @crossmydna and @galladrabbles

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Ian's sticking prices to peanut butter jars at the back of the store when the door dings. In the curved mirror he sees a familiar figure in a grubby green coat swagger in and swipe something off the unattended front counter. 

Ian rolls his eyes and moves, still holding the price gun. 

"Hope you're gonna pay for that," he says. 

"Whatcha gonna do, shoot me?" Mickey replies, with a grin. Ian smiles and goes closer. Takes a chance.

Snap. The sticker clings to the front of Mickey's coat. 

Mickey's eyebrows raise in affront.

This week's fun @galladrabbles prompt is from @crossmydna

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“Ian, am I ever gonna get to drive his motherfucker?”

“Leave ambulance driving to the expert. I’m better at it.”

“Better, my ass. You should—”

“Oh, shit. Is that—?”

“Fuckin’ blue lights. Turn the siren on. Outrun him.”

“Debbie deactivated the siren.”

“I’m not going to jail for stealing this thing.”

“That cop can outrun us.”

“Fuck, Ian, you’re stopping?”

“We knew this day would come. I’ll think of something.”

The officer tapped on the door.

– Five minutes later –

“Can’t believe you wanted to run.”

“Why you got stickers on your face?” Mickey asks, eyebrows pinched as he takes a sip of his coffee, completely missing the warning head shake from his husband.

“Oh my god dad, they aren’t stickers!” Evie groans, bare feet slapping the floor as she stomps away, messy red bun bouncing on her head.

“What the fuck was that?” Mickey blinks in disbelief.

“Oh, you know, puberty. Hormones,” Ian shrugs, then continues when his husband still looks confused. “They were pimple patches.”

“Huh?”

“The ‘stickers’, they’re pimple patches.”

“Ah,” Mickey says, nodding slowly.

Coming soon.....

Thanks, @energievie, for this week's @galladrabbles prompt! I hope you can find some relaxation and calm as the year unfolds.

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Ian refreshed the page. “Motherfucker.”

In the past thirty seconds, someone had outbid him. 

“Oh, it’s on now.” Ian upped his bid by five dollars. 

Waited. 

Refreshed.

“Goddammit.”

Ian cracked his knuckles. How was he so invested in Franny’s school charity auction? The vacation packages and food baskets were boring, but one listing consumed Ian’s attention: “Rent a handyman for a day.”

Ian hit F5 again.

One minute left. He added fifty dollars to his bid.

3…2…1…

Yes. Ian won the auction.

That black-haired, blue-eyed handyman would be his. Uh, for a day. 

"$40 for a dozen roses?!" Lip tosses his phone onto the couch.

"Flowers ain't gettin' you out of the doghouse for forgetting Valentine's Day," Mickey snorts, texting Ian to hurry home and deal with Lip's whining.

"What'd you and Ian do? If it's a sex thing, don't tell me."

"Went to the gun range, then grilled some steaks here."

"That's it?"

"AND we fucked, obviously," Mickey adds, grinning at Lip's disgusted look.

"Look, I need to fix things with Tami, and grand gestures are kind of your thing, so..."

OK @suzy-queued, leave it to you to give us the perfect Valentine's Week @galladrabbles prompt 🔫 🌹 🩵 For my 80s kids...

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Angry loner, Walkman headphones, staring out the window in the back of the school bus.

Just his type. Ian’s had an eye on him for months, so of course he’s gonna plunk down next to him on the torn-up seat eventually.  

“Hey, whatcha listenin’ to?”

The kid slowly peels his headphones off and glares. “You like hard rock, pretty boy?”

“Yeah, like Poison?”

Blue eyes roll, and headphones are shoved on his ears.

The guitar chords catch his breath, and then the singer's voice hits… Take me down to Paradise City….

🔫 Guns and Roses🌹

Hey Deena,

thank you for your prompt! We're excited to read what everyone comes up with!

Your prompt this Valentine's week is:

Guns and Roses

It's been a while!! :D

Thank you @dreamjupiter for the prompt, and @galladrabbles of course, as always~

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Mickey isn't supposed to be here.

Ian already told him he needs the apartment for his date night with Trevor — Mickey was gonna stay away till tomorrow — but…

…He just needs the first aid kit.

“Fuck — what happened to you?”

“...Got jumped by my faggot-bashing cousins— stop, ay—!”

Mickey bats Ian’s inquisitive hands away.

“M’fine. S’not as bad as it looks.”

“Mickey, this isn’t fine. Lemme just—”

And that’s how Trevor finds them: on Mickey’s bed, Ian cradling Mickey’s beat-up face, their knees touching…

Trevor storms off.

“Sorry for ruining your date night,” Mickey deadpans.