FUCK U-UP?

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(3x06 aftermath) this body remembers more than i ever will

i’ll never leave this house.

Sometimes, Mickey wakes up from it. Often he doesn't know what he dreamed about, but it's as if his whole body were on fire or waves of electricity are flooding through him.

Sometimes it's just the scars on his back and the burns that hurt. It's the old scars that hurt, as if they were about to open up again. The ones from Terry's burning cigarettes or the poker or the belt that he sometimes still feels on his back.

Usually, when he wakes up, he runs himself a bath—lukewarm or cold, depending on how bad the fire is that is burning on his skin.

Sometimes he wants to be alone until it's out, and he slips back under the sheets as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes he needs support. Then Ian comes into the bathroom without saying a word, as if he senses that his husband needs him, and sits down with him in the almost cold water and helps him dry off afterwards.

Then Ian kisses one of his scars, and it helps more than the water ever could.

Because sometimes that is more than enough.

Recent Series:

🧡 Love is a battlefield

-> Loving a soldier | Word count: 35,230 | Summary:

Ian joins the army and Mickey stays behind until two soldiers knock on his door.

-> Loving a civilian | Word count: 39,215 | Summary:

Ian is called to his next overseas mission and has to leave Mickey behind again until he almost saves another soldier's life.

🧡 Gallavich Kinktober 2024

Day 1 | Day 2 | | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15 |

Other Works:

Word count: 9,602/? | Chapter 4/8 | Summary:

Of course, they never really talked about all the shit that had happened over the years but they somehow had managed to be happy. A delayed honeymoon in a mysterious house throws them both off track and they are painfully reminded of their past. Will they be able to let go of fear and guilt and painful memories? Will they be the same afterwards? And the much more important question: Will Mickey manage to save Ian and himself?

Word count: 1,500 | Summary:

Mickey has always been a lone fighter, especially since the apocalypse. But when a redhead stumbled through his door, his broken world was turned upside down.

Word count: 1,193 | Summary:

In the icy darkness of Winterfell, Mickey and Ian fight side by side – discovering a bond that connects them more strongly than the looming cold of the North.

Word count: 5,560

Day 20 | Day 21 | Day 22 | Day 23 |

Day 24 | Day 25 | Day 26 | Day 27 |

Day 28 | Day 29 | Day 30 | Day 31 |

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |

14 |

Word count: 2,613 | Summary:

Ian meets a black-haired stranger on the bus. The rest is maybe just smut.

Word count: 38,569 | Summary:

"Is he going to be okay again?" Ian's eyes looked empty and tired in the neon light of the hospital hallway. "Yes. He'll remember again. Eventually." The Doc looked at him with pity. Ian nodded, turned around and went into Mickey's room. The love of his life.

Word count: 56,006 | Summary:

After 15 years in this shithole Mickey is a free man. But will he ever get a second chance? Has Ian lied when he said he will wait?

Video Edits

🧡 Ian & Monica

🧡 Gallavich - Everytime we touch

🧡 Does he have this look in his eyes?

okay so so many of you have asked to see the gifset that got denied that i felt compelled to add to all the artwork lately and draw it out for you using my amazing art skills.

i think i really got the nuances of their bodies, and I'm especially proud of Ian's sad dick. and his hair is pretty dead on. I mean...watch out the rest of you artists because this shit is fucking da vinci.

Gallavich art dump!!🌚🌝

(You guys’s hashtags make me die laugh, rolling on the ground crying. I love you guys.🤣🧡)

Happy anniversary @galladrabbles. It's been a while since I've written a drabble but I got motivated when I got the prompt. Early prompts - Strawberry Lube.

“Do we really have to use this expensive ass shit?” Mickey asks and looks from Ian to the bottle of lube he’s holding in his hand. 

He was really looking forward to the fucking but now he’s not so sure anymore. 

“Why do you have such a problem? It’s just lube,” Ian defends himself. 

 “Sorry, if I don’t want my hole to smell like a fucking strawberry cake, ‘cause you wanna use that expensive strawberry shit you call lube.”

Ian rolls his eyes. How many times did they have this kinda conversation? 

“Fine. We use spit.”

“Great. Now fuck me.”

Welcome to my sideblog

Just wanted to give something back to this special fandom 🙂 So I created a sideblog to have a new frequent thing we can do 😊

How it works:

Every month here will be a list of plots and a wheel.

You spin it and write or create something.

A drabble or a whole fic. You can also draw something or make a gif set. Your imagination is unlimited!

You can post at any time and I'll reblog it.

Don’t forget to tag me. Have fun 💙

The first plot list is coming soon!

You can also send one via ask.

Excited!!! 🥲

Someone up to do this with me? 🥺

going under

gallavich/ian x mickey, word count: ~996

summary: the first time mickey tells ian he loves him. ; canon compliant, set seasons 4-5, hurt/comfort, fluff, crying, sex

a/n: here's my contribution for mickey's birthday !!! a day late but i just moved yesterday and fell asleep trying to finish it so </3 here it is !!

Mickey's drowning in Ian. He isn't sure how but he knows he is, every last sense overwhelmed by the redhead above him.

The smell of his skin - soft, clean - and the smell of his cologne - strong, overly masculine - clings to his nostrils. The taste of his spit and sweat, spread over his lips like a thick layer of cheap chapstick. His skin is so hot beneath his palms it feels like he's pressed his hands to a stovetop. His voice buzzes in his ears, every breathy moan and groan and bit back curse word like a shot of adrenaline. And when he focuses his eyes on the face above him, it's like a too-hard hit to the head, the kind that has him thinking he's seeing God.

Ian's beautiful. He'd been gone for so long Mickey'd almost forgotten what it was like getting to see his face. Getting to see his freckles, count every little patch of them like stars in the sky. Getting to grab the back of his neck and pull him close enough that they're breathing the air straight out of each other's lungs.