crossmydna:

Galladrabbles Prompt: Birthday

Another continuation of painter!Mickey and curator!Ian for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt! Is it OOC and a bit of a stretch for the prompt? Probably. Do I care? Nope! Read the previous parts here: 1·2

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“Fuckin’ Lip…” the tour guide mutters.

His nametag reads: IAN GALLAGHER, CURATOR

“Sorry, my brother must’ve taken ‘no birthday strippers’ to mean ‘hire one to come to my work.’ Painter’s a new one, though.”

“The fuck? I ain’t that desperate yet.”

Green eyes widen.

“Oh shit— shoot, fuck!” Freckled hands cover his reddening face. “Sorry, it’s my— I thought…”

“‘S’fine. Wasn’t the best way of introducin’ myself,” Mickey replies.

“You’reactuallyan artist? And you wanna… paint me?Why?”

“Fuck if I know, man.” Light. Contrast. Green. Orange. Freckles. “But you’re the first thing I’ve wanted to paint in years.”

gallawitchxx:

it’s a good birthday [full on ao3]

inspired by “birthday” by @rereadanon

There it is, what he wanted for his birthday- Mickey’s perfect, plump ass perfectly framed by the top elastic, and one diagonally framing each cheek. Ian silently thanks whomever invented the jockstrap. He takes a deep breath as he lays his hands on those luscious cheeks.

squidyyy23:

galladrabbles: birthday

birthday week in honor of birthday week. @galladrabbles

“Again tomorrow?” Mickey huffs, legs still shaking against the dugout bench.

“Can’t. Lip’s sneakin’ us into a game for my birthday.”

“Ain’t till Tuesday.” Mickey knows because he has plans to rock Ian’s world, even if he’d never admit that’s why.

“Birthday week,” Ian shrugs.

“You fuckin’ five?”

Twenty years later…

“Hey, birthday boy. Whatcha think? Gallagher shindig Friday. Mandy lunch Saturday. That stupid band Sunday. Dipshits we hired wanna do a thing Monday. And Tuesday, your actual fuckin’ birthday…well, I got plans.” Mickey winks.

“Thought you didn’t believe in birthday week?”

Mickey believes in whatever makes his husband happy.

steorie:

Look at these two beautiful a$$h*les looking at each other all lovey dovey.

mikhailoisbaby:

Fresh cup of coffee ☕️

mishervellous:

bad idea by dead sea empire

those fingers go anywhere near that cock I’ma break every knuckle on your hand. all 15 of them. settle down rumple fish. anyway a hand only has 14 knuckles. YOU WANNA FUCKIN DIE!

now that Mikhailo and Ian have given themselves to each other with these vows and the giving and receiving of rings I now pronounce you husband and husband. now.yes now.

breathing dreams like air. ~f. scott fitzgerald

I can’t get enough of that tongue

now?yes now.

mickey: he in trouble? what kinda trouble? lip: I’ll tell you when I find out.

Debbie: jesus you two wanna help maybe?

Mickey: yes, I wanna help. I wanna help by shoving the shotgun down my dad’s throat and watching his spinal cord burst out his fucking back all over his kitchen wall.

you don’t know babe. when you hold me. and kiss me slowly. it’s the sweetest thing.

and it don’t change. if i had it my way. you would know that you are.

you’re the coffee that i need in the morning. you’re my sunshine in the rain, when it’s pouring. won’t you give yourself to me? give it all.

i just wanna see. i just wanna see how beautiful you are. you know that i see it. i know you’re a star. where you go i’ll follow no matter how far.

if life is a movie, oh you’re the best part. you’re the best part. best part.

~best part by Daniel Caesar (feat H.E.R.)

beautiful shades of love

just admit it. just this once. fucking admit it!

Ian: I love you. Mickey: I know. I love you too.

Ian can’t resist this man’s face.

Mickey can’t resist that man’s body.