#galladrabbles

Slightly overdramatic title, isn't it? 😅

Okay, first things first, thank you dearest Jessica @mickeyismyian for this week's prompt and thank you to all of you for "playing", writers and readers alike. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, we really wouldn't have gotten so far without you all 🥹😍🤗

And now, on to the promised details ☺️ First of all, reminder that we'll be going on a two-month break, returning on 5th October in a slightly new format.

WHAT WILL STAY THE SAME

100 words exactly; multiple submissions allowed, as long as they're different takes on the prompt;

daily reblogs and new prompts on Mondays, somewhere around 5 p.m. GMT (which can be whatever you like: words, phrases, songs, pictures, etc.);

whoever sets the prompt sits that week out;

deadline for submission: the following Monday, beforethe new prompt is posted.

WHAT WILL CHANGE

The roster system 😊

The thing is, people express their interest to be on the roster but by the time their turn comes, some of them may be on hiatus or not interested anymore or invested in other fandoms, so the chasing part has always been a bit of a pain.

Therefore, we're trying something else: open prompting. Whoever has an idea for a prompt can submit it via Ask to the blog and we'll go through them one by one in the order we receive them (provided we haven't had said prompt before and trying to mix things up a bit, as in, no consecutive prompts from the same person). Anyone can submit, not just people who regularly write and, for the time being, even while on Anonymous.

So, during the next two months, feel free to submit prompts ☺️

I'll be reblogging this post regularly so that it reaches as many people as possible and... we'll see how it goes 😁

Once again, thank you so much for being part of the Galladrabbles family 🤗❤️

Enjoy the rest of your summers, darlings, and we'll see you in October 😘

-Evie

Meant to do something yesterday so I could do something for AUgust today, but... Fuck it. Thank you to @mickeyismyian for the fun prompt, and to the wonderful @galladrabbles! I'm gonna miss you, but I look forward to your return in October!! 

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Mickey leaves the game tired and well on the way to drunk... His coworkers have such boring shit for their 'never have I ever's. Who hasn't stolen from a convenience store, for fuck's sake?

When some asshole steps up to the bar beside him, Mickey's about ready to explode, but the guy pays for his beer, so he turns to look. Red hair, killer smile, sparkling eyes. 

"I was hoping they'd find something you hadn't done, but sounds like you've lived a more colourful life than those kids," the guy says. 

Mickey finds himself smiling back. 

Never have I ever

“Do you regret it?” Ian said ominously, disrupting Mickey’s post-coital buzz.

He turned to look at him, and was about to make a dig at his husband's pillow talk before Ian continued.

“I bet this wasn't the life you envisioned when you were causing chaos, dreaming of being South Side royalty.”

Mickey frowned. Pain ricocheted through his chest at the implication. Ian got like this sometimes, pensive and insecure. Always the forgotten middle child who felt he wasn't enough.

Love ya @galladrabbles! 💗 See you soon. And thank you @mickeyismyian for this week's fun prompt!

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“Stupid janitor job,” Ian grumbled while emptying out another hallway trash can.

College kids were disgusting.

“Yo Bryce!” a deep voice barked from a nearby dorm room. “Got any real beer, sick of this craft shit.”

He hated the math nerds on this floor. Nonetheless, intrigued, he leaned in to take a peak.

A shock of black hair and blue eyes popped into view.

“Hey Red,” the man said, giving Ian an appreciative up and down. “We need a sixth for this dumbass game.”

“Me?”

Part of the fun of Ian and Mickey having so many partings and gaps when we don’t see them is imagining what their conversations are like when they catch up. Without further ado, here’s a prison boyfriends era conversation. I hope you enjoy and thank you to @mickeyismyian and @galladrabbles for the writing prompt.

This is a little teenage Gallavich. I'm playing fast and loose with the rules of the game, but oh well.

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Ian was lying next to Mickey in his bed, boneless and sated. 

“Hey Mick?” Ian slid over to lay on Mickey’s chest. “Let’s play Never Have I Ever.” 

“Gallagher, you’re about to ruin my post-nut high aren’t you?” 

Ian sighed. “Just hold your fingers up.”  

Mickey rolled his eyes but did it anyway.

After Ian explained the rules he said, “Never have I ever fucked someone I really liked.” 

Mickey dropped one finger.

“You misunderstand the rules?”

Mickey placed his finger under Ian's chin and guided him until their eyes locked. “No.”

Darling Jessica @mickeyismyian, thank you for this awesome prompt that sent me down memory lane 😅 Paging @galladrabbles 😎

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He’s not sure he understands the sequence of events that brought him to this exact point in time, which is sitting around the campfire with a bottle of vodka and playing “never have I ever”. His team, that is. The rest of the lucky bastards are free to do whatever they fucking want because their managers aren’t hell-bent on “building synergies” and “enhancing team cohesion”.

The only good thing is the smoking hot ginger next to him who always drinks exactly when Mickey does.

‘You copyin’ me, Gallagher?’ he smirks after another shot.

The asshole laughs and shrugs.

‘South Side.’