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Writers' community. 100 words exactly. A different prompt each week. Mods: energievie & look-i-love-u Art: suzy-queued
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Prompt update 😁😎🥰

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  • We take turns prompting on Mondays - each week one of us will submit a prompt via Ask to this blog which will get posted both as an answer, as well as in the updated roster, somewhere around 5 p.m. GMT;
  • Prompts can be pretty much anything: a word, a phrase, a quote, a song - go wild; and don’t worry, your drabble doesn’t need to contain the exact word(s) - as long as the overall theme fits, you’re good;
  • Whoever sets the prompt sits that week out;
  • You have until Sunday to write and post exactly 100 words - make sure to tag @galladrabbles so we can reblog it; bear in mind, though, that only drabbles posted before the new prompt is announced will get reblogged;
  • Anything goes: AU, canon-compliant, fluff, angst, all dialogue, outsider POV, etc.;
  • You can write as many drabbles as you want, as long as they’re different takes on the same theme; if you want to turn your drabbles into a series, you can do that too, as long as you wait for the next prompt; splitting a longer story into 100-word chunks is not the same thing and only your first one will get reblogged;
  • If you want to join, just shout and you’ll be included in the roster - we’re dying to have a reason to update it 😁
  • If you just want to write drabbles without ever setting prompts, you can do that too;
  • Feel free to sit out if you're not inspired or you don't have the time or energy - this is supposed to be a fun game and the last thing we want to do is become a stress factor.

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lupeloto

galladrabbles "muscle"

here is some 11x03 inspired @galladrabbles (debbie and sandy version!) because i love those lesbians so much and they are endgame to me! enjoy them clowning on ian and mickey being idiots. with a prompt from @blue-disco-lights

mickey and ian come clamoring down the stairs, shoving each other on the way down.

“who’s the muscle in the relationship?” mickey asks, perking up a bit.

ian nudges him with a scoff, “yeah,” he flexes, “who’s the brawn?”

debbie and sandy both groan with a small “fuck" and exasperated head-tilt.

“well neither of you are the brain that’s for fucking sure,” debbie sighs.

“hah!” sandy pecks her cheek, following debbie out of the kitchen, “you two are fucking idiots.”

debbie giggles as sandy pinches her ass and yanks her closer by the waist, giggling into a messy, fervent kiss.

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Ian stopped to admire Mickey’s muscles. He wrapped an arm around Mickey from behind and kissed his cheek. With the convenient position of his arm, Ian snuck in a playful pec honk on his way out of the room.

Little did he know, the tit grab would trigger Mickey to turn around and slam him against their bedroom wall. “The fuck, Ian. Was that your way of asking me for a titty twister?”

Ian tried to cross his arms over his chest to prevent it, but it was too late. “No!” he screamed as Mickey happily twisted his nipple hard.

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suzy-queued

Muscle

After an unscheduled break, it's @galladrabbles time again! Thank you for the prompt @blue-disco-lights.

Previously on No Sleep 'Til Nashville ... Mickey finally made it to the steps of Keith's wedding chapel. ---

I’m ready to find out what kinda froufrou shindig my ex is throwing. I’m gonna bust in his skull the second he vows himself to that prick Logan Covington.  

Only … I haven’t moved yet.

Ian sets his hand on my neck. He touches a muscle that calms my whole goddamn body. “Hey, there’s a pizza place around the block. You up for it?”

I blink. “Bustin’ this up isn’t going to help anything, is it?”

He shakes his head.

Fuck. That voice of reason finally takes hold. “Pizza it is, then.”

The moment we turn, I hear a voice. “Mickey?”

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creepkinginc

for this week's @galladrabbles the most amazing @blue-disco-lights calls for some heavy lifting with her prompt: muscle.

read from the start here or on ao3.

Glancing at the stone walls around them, Terry barked a triumphant laugh. "Running's over." Mickey scoffed, Ian's hand on his back. Grounding. "Damn right." "What-" Confusion settled into terror as Terry tried to move but found himself bound to his place. Muscles turning stiff like the ice on the seas up North, skin breaking into dark patches of bark. "You goddamn- traitor!" The pain in his father's voice didn't bring the satisfaction Mickey had hoped for. But it eased the grip those venomous teeth had on his heart. "See you in hell, asshole." Terry's disfigured face wouldn't answer no more.
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Muscles

I love Mickey's muscles, but I can't stop thinking about Ian in the pool in S11. Thanks @galladrabbles and @blue-disco-lights for the amazing prompt this week ♥

Mindlessly watching random videos on his phone, Mickey thinks about what his life has become. He thinks about the way Ian's muscles glistened, covered in drops of water from the pool. 

Fucking asshole. How only he manages to look appropriate always and everywhere? While Mickey... 

He doesn't risk looking up right away when the door to the Gallagher boys' old bedroom opens. The last thing he needs right now is to see the disappointment on his husband's face. But when he looks at Ian, all he sees is concern and puppy-like devotion. 

Mickey knows he'd do anything for this man.

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this weeks @galladrabbles prompt from @blue-disco-lights was "muscles"

“Not much else to do in the joint except work out”  Ian hears Mickey’s voice echoing from the past as he watches his boyfriend pumping iron in the rec yard.  They don’t get much time out here.  He shouldn’t be wasting it, but watching those muscles flex and pull is distracting.

“What’re you looking at?” comes the gruff voice he knows so well.

“Nothing,” he says with a smile.

“Nothing, huh?” Mickey says with a final grunt as he drops the barbells back in place.  “Then how about you get over here and show me how it’s done, tough guy?”

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ohkate

Muscle

For this week's @galladrabbles via prompt from @blue-disco-lights: muscle. Word Count: 100

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"No peeking, I said!" "I'm not…Jesus," Mickey answered. "Someone's gonna think I'm getting kidnapped with this blindfold on my head." "Probably hoping." "Dick." Ian chuckled. "Okay…you can look."

In front of him was a black Ford Mustang--his favorite muscle car.

"Happy birthday!"

"Are you fuckin' serious??!"

Ian dangled the key in his hand. "We needed a car anyway. Might as well ride in style."

"If I could fuck a car it would be this one." "I'm aware." "How did you even…honestly--I don't care. Whoever you killed…it was worth it!" He hugged Ian tight before snatching the key. "Let's ride baby!"

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@galladrabbles for muscle

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Ian wasn’t a massive fan of fast when he bottomed. He preferred slow and deep, a little romantic.

“Such a pretty bitch. You love that, huh? This ass is mine,” Mickey said affectionately. “You’re mine.”

That was about as romantic as dirty talk got for Mickey.

“Call me bitch again, I dare you,” Ian growled. He sank his teeth into Mickey’s neck and tightened around him brutally, making Mickey’s hips stutter.

Mickey hissed, laughing. Ian hadn't denied being owned. “I said pretty.”

An angle change was all it took for Ian’s expression to break. His muscles clenched as he came.

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wehangout
I guess I do @galladrabbles now? I've always been so impressed by people who have turned theirs into an entire series, so maybe? Anyway, I've always wanted to write the following kind of interactions, so here we go. Thanks to @blue-disco-lights for the prompt of muscle 💜

You refuse to speak first. Everything touching you itches at the sight of him – the orange jumpsuit against your skin, the cool air of the visiting room, the ink on your heart. But you won’t speak first.

Old, protective walls slam back into place oh so naturally.

Especially where he’s concerned.

You won’t speak first.

Your mouth opens with zero regard for your heart.

“Why’re you here?”

A muscle in his jaw clenches, but all he does is shrug. “Got off the bus at the wrong stop.”

Asshole.

You roll your eyes and it’s not even forced. “Fuck you, Gallagher.”

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thepupperino

Galladrabbles #126 - Muscle

Hi @blue-disco-lights thank you for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt—this one was fun!

PS comin at ya live from GERMANY because I met Cam and Noel this weekend 👀

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Mickey’s been locked up for three months, and up until walking out the gate he would have said nothing much changes in three months.

Expect for Ian Gallagher, apparently.

He hit some kind of growth spurt or something, maybe put in some extra workouts for ROTC, but his hair is short and his freckles are faded and his body is filling out with lean muscle that wasn’t there three months ago.

And honestly, fuck him for coming to “protect” Mandy because now Mickey has to act like he doesn’t even notice the changes the whole walk back to his house.

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jrooc

Galladrabbles "Muscle"

Thanks for the amazing prompt @blue-disco-lights ✨ (and @galladrabbles)

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It’s when Mickey lies down at night and closes his eyes, alone in his dark room. That’s when he maps out Ian’s muscles in his mind. Those sculpted arms and the ridges of his back. He can’t help but think of how that hard body feels pressed against his, the weight of it, as he reaches a hand into his boxers to relieve the growing pressure. How Ian’s grown so big that he has to reach up on his tiptoes to kiss him, how hard it makes Mickey when Ian manhandles him, pushing and pulling, wrapping him up, consuming him.

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Muscle

@galladrabbles muscle prompt courtesy of @blue-disco-lights

Ian is giddy. He’s sitting on the couch with Mickey eating junk food and watching bad action movies. They crack jokes at the dialogue and ogle at the actor’s muscles. Ian still can’t believe Mickey invited him to stay the night. Ian looks over and watches Mickey take another sip from his beer. Is he flexing as he holds the bottle up to his lips?

“Whatcha looking at?”

“You.”

“Fuck off,” Mickey says with a blush.

Ian can’t contain himself anymore and leans over and kisses Mickey. To Ian’s delight he returns the kiss, going much deeper than their first in the van.

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Ian’s hands are nimble as he inspects the chamber and gets to work reassembling his rifle.

Mickey watches the tendons and veins rippling and rolling under Ian’s skin as he moves. Those long fingers that know him so well grip the hard metal firmly. Mickey knows exactly how it feels when Ian’s forearms tense.

The light above glints off the metal and catches on red hair, creating a golden glow over Ian’s freckled skin.

Mickey feels a heavy tension build between his thighs like the slow squeeze of a trigger. The resistance would be nothing in his husband’s sure hands.

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what a sexy week for @galladrabbles with @blue-disco-lights's "muscle" prompt

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thank you julia @blue-disco-lights for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt

prompt: muscles

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Mickey wasn't expecting Gallagher to be waiting for him outside of juvie.

He hadn't visited like he did the other time so he'd bit his cheek and pretended to accept he'd moved on. Ignored the bitter taste in his mouth.

But he's here with Mandy and he looks good. He ditched the fringe and the buzzcut makes his cheekbones stand out. Can see the muscles he'd built up flex when he moved and fuck, he's way taller.

He finds himself wanting to jump Ian's bones right then but he settles for whispering 'the dugouts, 8" into is ear and smirking.

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jessij1997
Excited about the new prompt on @galladrabbles by @blue-disco-lights.
Muscles

Ian never was the guy who cared about his muscles or his body. He only want to be healthy and went to gym because he like it to be exhausted after a work out. Neither he cared about other guys bodies in the gym. Of cause they were sexy and sweating and hot as fuck. But he never want a simple one night stand. He didn't gave up the hope for the true love.

A simple "Hey" ripped him out of his thoughts. Ocean blue eyes, pink lips, pale skin and the thug attitude let his heard skipped a beat.

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gallabitch73

Galladrabbles: Muscles

Many thanks to @blue-disco-lights for this week's prompt!

Long live @galladrabbles!!!

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There was nothing that Mickey liked better than watching his lover flex his strong arms, legs, abs… and other muscles. Mickey was even starting to get into it himself. As small rivulets of sweat formed on Ian’s chest and torso, Mickey thought about how beautifully built his ginger giant was. Ian’s stomach contracted, and he grunted from exertion. The sound was music to Mickey’s ears. He knew he was a lucky man. Green eyes met blue, and Mickey smiled lightly, being mindful of his teeth. Ian’s gaze grew darker, and he shuddered as Mickey continued to flex HIS strongest muscles.

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