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Thank you, @silvanshadow for this week’s rather insightful and inspirational prompt! Thank you, @galladrabbles for giving us the space and opportunity to share our short musings! Long live Galladrabbles!!!

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I must be crazy to want this the way I do. To take these stupid chances when every stolen moment could get me beaten black and blue or worse. But when he lets me touch him, it’s all worth it. To feel his skin on mine. To see the look of wonder in his eyes. There is nothing beyond these stolen moments and that’s okay. In the back of this store for just a little while, I can pretend that those eyes sparkle only for me…until… Someone calls his name. Green eyes darken in fear. The stolen moment is lost.

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Thank you to @silvanshadow for the @galladrabbles prompt this week!

The room was so dark that Ian had to crack the shutters to look at his phone. He began to pace in the moonlight that filtered into the room. 8:39; 8:49; 8:59, and still no Mickey. No message that he wasn’t coming. No message that he was. No message at all. No Mickey. At 9:00 sharp, Ian heard a window sliding open downstairs. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the one in the kitchen. The same one he had used, off the back porch. Soon, muffled footsteps were ascending the stairs. Then Mickey was standing there in front of him.

Excerpt from Starving, Chapter 9: The Boiling Point, on A03.

Okay, making up for the previous Galladrabbles entry for being a downer. Thanks again to @galladrabbles and@silvanshadow

Prompt: Song - Just Say Yes

The pen and paper sit on the table in front of him. Ian wipes his clammy palms on his sweats. “It’s a big decision, Mick.”

Mickey’s eyes go wide, eyebrows in attack formation. “This was your idea. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet on me, now!”

Ian bristles. “What? No! Of course not! Gimme that…” He grabs the pen. “I’m just saying this is going to change everything. But we’re in this together, right?”

“Ride or die.”

@galladrabbles @silvanshadow

I’m sorry for the sad drabbles. Please enjoy.

We just banged for the first time in weeks in the basement below your wedding. If that’s not a sign that you don’t want to go through with this, I don’t know what is.

But you’re straightening your tux, getting ready to marry her. This can’t be right.

“We can leave.”

“My father would kill us.”

“We could run away together.”

You laugh bitterly. I try not to let the hurt show. “Who are you kidding? He’s got me by the balls. Always has.”

“We could try.”

“I’d rather live.”

Thank you to @silvanshadow for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt. Though, honestly I think I’m going to have more fun setting this in AU’s than playing in continuity.

Prompt: Just Say Yes - By Snow Patrol

Ian renders Byron’s face a tapestry of bruises. Even if Mickey bulldozed over the guy’s life, that’s not how you speak about someone who’s been through hell and deserves so much better. Ian won’t take him for granted again. He’ll do better.

“Pummeling my dates now, Gallagher?” Ian looks up at Mickey’s stony expression.

Heart in his throat, Ian ambles to one knee and stammers out a clumsy, heartfelt proposal. He means every word.

“Save you speeches, you pussy.”

Is he still mad? Does he hate me? Please don’t say I’ve lost you, Mickey.

Wonderful! Thank you, Lisa! We'll happily put you on the back-up roster to swoop in and save our promptless weeks! :)