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Your rep is being the best second person POV fic writer in our fandom if you ask me :) and generally being awesome <3

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Can you do a gifset of Mickeyās first and last appearance in the series? Thanks!
Sure thing, I just posted it! Iām very sorry for the quality of the first gif though ://
I Know Weāll be Alright This Time
Author: grumblesandmumbles
Rating: General Audiences
Status: One-shot, Completed January 2020
Words: 1349
Summary: Ian and Mickey are MARRIED! But Ian is missing a special someone at their reception.
Tags: Wedding, Married, Canon, 10x12
Brought tears to my eyes, just like the episode.
Read it here x
Have you seen any I/M stills from 10x07?
OOPS!! i'm late š¬ but no there weren't any stills of them for ep7
Happy birthday boo!! š» š»
Thanks š§š»āāļø !!!

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grumblesandmumbles answered your question āHey...
I got a new job, just started this week so thatās kept my online dawdling around to a minimum lol and I was on vacation for a week and a half between jobs so I was just running around and hanging out
@grumblesandmumbles Ooh, I have follow-up questions! Whatās the new job (congrats!) and where did you go on holiday?Ā
47 for the kiss prompts
Send me kiss prompts and Iāll write you something!
47.Ā a kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.
The guard walks you back to your cell cuffed. Procedure, sure, but you still hate it. No one likes when the cuffs come out, even if he is muttering about your good deed the whole walk back.
āBe sure to tell the warden,ā he says, gaze flitting around the hall, eyeing up everything.
Someone was stabbed. In the laundry. While you were working. And now the entire block is on lockdown and it was all so fucking fucked. Thereās only five of you down there at once ā five guys and the occasional guard walking by ā so while one person lay on the floor bleeding out, and another stood back and looked horrified at what he had done, the other two stood by and did nothing.
You used to be the guy who would stand back and do nothing. Not a fucking thing. Help someone out? Sure, but who? No matter who you help in a place like this, youāre taking sides and that puts you in danger. So you stand back and you wait for the guards to come and in fix everything.
But no guards came for a really long fucking time.
Or maybe Gallagherās rubbing off on you.
Because you helped. Not the guy standing back, holding the shiv, turning paler by the second. You helped the guy on the floor who was bleeding from the gut. And, shit, you probably fucked things up for him even more when you grabbed dirty laundry and pressed it to his wound, but you aināt no fucking medic and you did what felt right.
There was a moment, while blood seeped over your fingers, where you wished Ian were there. Heād know what to do, who to help, how to help them. Heād tell you what to do, throw instructions around, take fucking charge.
And youād probably find it hot as hell, which might be a little fucked up.
You sniff and look around the common area as the guard leads you through it. Itās weird. Not your first lockdown ā not even close ā but one of very few youāve spent out of cell. Itās Ianās first lockdown, though. Heās only been in this hellhole for two weeks, and he puts on a fucking brave face every goddamn day, but ā¦
But you know him.
You donāt know if you would ever be together had you not come back.
You donāt know if he wants you or if itās just easy.
You donāt know if he still loves you like he did at the border.
But you know him.
And you know the sirens, the flashing lights, the panic, will have him scared. You just hope that no one told him what happened and where.
Because you do know that he cares. You just donāt know how much.
The guard stops outside your cell to unlock the cuffs. You rub at your wrists, knowing Ianās inside, standing behind the line like a good little inmate. You wait while the guard unlocks the door, checks the cell, then moves aside to let you in.
You walk past and consider, just for a second, thanking him for the clean jumpsuit. Heās one of the better guards, sure, and itād probably give you an in with him later down the track, but when you look up and see Ian, all words disappear.
Heās pale. Extra pale with that stupid black hair, sure, but even more so when he stares at you with wide eyes and sunken cheeks. You want to go to him, reassure him that this is normal, lockdowns happen all the time, heāll totally get used to them eventually, but you do none of that. You stare at him and wait for the guard to close and lock the door behind you and then you open your mouth to say something.
But he grabs you, arms around your waist, mouth to yours, in a breath-taking kiss that makes you see starts. Literally. He holds you, arms wrapped tightly around your chest, holding you to him tighter than he ever has before, and he steals your breath away.
Heās kissed you like this before, many times, but heās never held you this way. Even the night he admitted himself to the psych ward ā it was emotional and heart-breaking and you both held on as tight as your exhausted bodies would allow ā but it wasnāt this.
This is bone-crushing. This is heart-stopping. This is jail breaks and van kisses and letās ride.
He doesnāt go far when he pulls back ā his forehead against yours, arms still wrapped tightly around you. He hugs you for so long that all you can do is hug him back, hold on tight, hope you never have to let go.
āI was worried,ā he finally whispers.
āItās just a lockdown, man, happens all the time.ā
He pulls back that little bit more, looks at you with wet eyes. āSomeone got stabbed in the laundry. I was worried.ā
You didnāt know if you would ever be together had you not come back.
You didnāt know if he wanted you or if it was just easy.
You didnāt know if he still loved you like he did at the border.
And now you know. You know everything.
Pain for the fanfic ask
lmao you know my fic so well
āListen.ā You lean forward in your seat, force back a grimace at the overwhelming pain in your ribs and lower your voice. āCops are gonna be askinā questions the second they get the chance, and we all gotta stick to the same fuckinā story here, yeah? We saw nothinā.ā
send me a word, if itās in my wip document iāll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in