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Me: *sees that Mickey is back for thirty seconds*

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Sex and The Single Guy: Part Two - The Title

Chapter One, Chapter Two:

Ian is never worse than when he hangs out with Mickey. In fact, all of vices seemed to be indulged when he was around; sex, smoking, drinking, recreational drug use. Not necessarily in that order. Like right now, they were sitting across from each other in a seedy Chinese restaurant. Though it was about to be eleven, Mickey had just left work. Though he ostensibly set his own hours, he was working twelve hour days, six days a week. Ian's own schedule was hectic as well and finding a time where their schedules overlapped was difficult. However, nights when they met up quickly were turning into his favorite days.

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"How's the spring roll?" Mickey asks, drowning his chicken fried rice in sweet and sour sauce.

"Great," Ian says. "I'm doing this thing with my friend, meatless Monday, to be healthier and add more variety to my diet."

"The blond at the bar?"

"Different friend - Charles."

"I think I read about him in your column. He works in a gallery, right?"

Ian can't hide his surprise as he dips his roll in ginger sauce. "You read my column?"

"The sexy brunet millionaire is my favorite character."

Ian has the insatiable urge to kiss him. No one should be allowed to look that great in a maroon button down shirt with the accompanying  a gray tie loosened just so. His hair is showing signs of dishevelment that makes Ian want to unravel him further. As if reading his intention, Mickey finishes the rest of his drink, and motions for the waiter.

"Want to take the rest of this to go?" Mickey asks, even as he's paying for their meal.

"Yeah," Ian quickly agrees.

The walk to Mickey's condo is mercifully short, the cold New York air doing nothing to cool their libidos. Even in the elevator up to his place they can't keep their hands to themselves. Ian's mouth is latched onto Mickey's neck, the brunet's knee is pressed into Ian's groin. They practically fall out of the elevator and Ian is unabashedly grinding his erection into Mickey's ass while he fumbles with his keys.

It's his first time in Mickey's place but he barely even registers the hardwood floors and brick walls before Mickey has him pressed up against the door. He looks at Ian for a long moment before pressing their mouths together. Without hesitation, Ian slides his hand through Mickey's hair to pull them closer before using both hands to tear off his clothes. He should probably be more delicate with the designer suit but can't find it in his system to care at the moment. It's tricky to do with his eyes closed and his senses being otherwise occupied but he manages to get him to down his undershirt when Mickey pulls away, lips bruised, hair mused.

"Rug," he nods in the direction of his living room before walking into his living room.

Ian follows him,noticing for the first time a large black leather sectional, a half dozen or so boxes scattered around the large room,and a plush red rug under the largest plasma screen Ian's ever seen.

Ian's eyes turn back to Mickey who is rummaging through one of the boxes. Eventually, he resurfaces with a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.

"Get naked," he commands Ian, throwing his shit on a nearby coffee table.

"That's a pretty big box," Ian notes, pulling his shirt over his head, his coat forgotten somewhere by the door.

"We'll explore its contents another time."

By then Mickey is undressing as well. When they're both naked, they meet in the middle of the incredibly plush carpet that Ian swears is softer than his mattress. He pulls Mickey flush against him, both on their knees, and rubs their aching dicks together while sucking onto the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His hands skim over Mickey's chest, his nipples, before wrapping around their matching hard-ons.

"Fuck," Mickey bites off a groan at the sweet friction. Is this guy even real?

His own hands wrap around the sides of Ian's head to bring him closer for a kiss that's all nose bumps and teeth and wrestling tongues. He pulls them down slowly on the rug, his head eventually resting on the carpet. Ian mouths at his ear lobe and neck, still grinding them together.  

"Stop," Mickey says softly, planting a hand on Ian's chest and pushing  him softly but firmly off of him. "I'm not going to bust my nut like some teenager from frottage."

"How are you going to come then?" Ian asks, already reaching for the lubricant and a rubber.

Mickey chooses not to answer but watches Ian smears it on his fingers before unceremoniously pushing two fingers into him.

Mickey lets out a moan he'll deny later as Ian moves him onto his side and begins to stretch him. Ian runs his free hand down Mickey's side before finding his hand lacing their fingers together. He feels Mickey clench around his fingers and hand as he finds his sweet spot. He tortures him like that for awhile before removing his hand to coat himself with a condom. His erection teases against Mickey's entrance.

"Like this?" Ian asks rhetorically as he spoons Mickey. He enters slowly, finding Mickey's hand again.

"Yeah, like that," Mickey whispers, rocking slowly against Ian, who meets him thrust for thrust.

Ian hooks a leg over Mickey's for leverage as his pace begins to quicken. Their joined hands rest over Mickey's heart and he uses it to hold Mickey close to him. His cock was weeping from neglect and Mickey stealthily wrapped his free hand around it.

"You close?" Ian asks. Mickey can't talk with the embarrassing moans being wrenched from him, so instead he nods as his hand blurs around his own dick.

Ian pushes away Mickey's hand in favor of his own just as Ian finds his prostate again. A few thrusts aimed at that magical spot and Mickey climaxes over Ian's hand. Ian's own rhythm falters as he empties himself.

Eventually they make their way back to Mickey's California King Bed. The older man expertly rolls a joint and holds it up for inspection.

"Work of art," he announces, lighting it and making his way over to Ian who is mindlessly going through his Netflix

"Michael Milkovich," Ian smirks, "real estate developer, power bottom, and Pablo Picasso of blunts. Interesting resume you have there."

"You forgot my business degree."

Mickey takes a long drag of the roach before passing it to Ian.

"You are awful for me," Ian utters around the joint. "Up for heading to the gym tomorrow?"

"Can't. We're breaking ground on the new place in the Bronx . It's the first project I'm heading up by myself and it'll look bad if I'm not there."

Ian presses play on an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. "The Bronx?"

"I love the Bronx, man. So what exactly do you do all day?"

Ian turns away from a particularly angst filled Buffy and Angel kiss to look sideways at Mickey.

"Excuse me?" Ian asks, more than a little offended.

"I mean you have the column..."

"The nationally syndicated column, yes. In addition to the freelance work I do at Cosmopolitan and the events I attend, I'm working on a novel."

That gets Mickey's attention. "Novel?"

"Yeah, well, I don't want to write about prostate orgasms forever. I just finished a story about a man who returns to his father's old fishing cabin after he dies and... you don't care."

Ian shrugs it off, turning his attention to Buffy's ruined surprise party. He doesn't know why he mentioned it all. The novel is something he only told Mark about, his best friend, after he admitted his fear about a cat eating his face off if he ever choked on takeout. Not a particular high of their friendship,  Ian has to admit.

"Ian Gallagher: sex columnist, service top, and author of the Next Great American Novel," Mickey grounds out the joint and reaches for Ian. "That's, uh, real versatile resume you have."

"You forgot my writing degree," Ian sighs as Mickey straddles him.

"Is it just sex?" Sam asks, picking up speed on the cycling machine.

"Don't know," Ian answers evasively.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Charles ponders, making the most of the Stairmaster.

"What? No."

"Have you guys even had a conservation?" Mark sits up from his crunches to look at Ian.

For his part, Ian stares at the panel on his treadmill as his three closest friends interrogate him about the nature of his relationship with Mickey. Charlie, the most conservative of the bunch, had already berated Ian about sleeping with Mickey minutes into their date.

"You have all ready cornered yourself as a sex buddy," Charles lectures him.

"So it is just sex?" Sam confirms. "He looks like he'd be great in bed. All pushy and demanding. If you weren't fucking him..."

"We're in public."

Sam merely rolls his eyes. "If you weren't, I would try to be.

Ian doesn't think it's just sex. Yes, they've only been out a handful times that usually ends with Mickey bent over the nearest surface. If their relationship was purely physical would Mickey read his column enough to know about his friends or would Ian have told him about his novel? There's definitely something there; Ian just isn't sure how to articulate it.

Charles had something called the sixty-day rule. In accordance with the rule, he waits two months to sleep with a guy he's serious about. Sam in contrast had the sixty minute rule where he expected his conquests to make themselves scarce after an hour. I always found myself in between. Admittedly, I ended up naked in the back of a limo after all of three minutes but does that automatically qualify me for the Sex Buddy category? I guess I'd be finding out sooner or later.

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I think I’m about to come out of hibernation...

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Hello friends! myholldoll, backstreet-gurl and I have a question for you about a fic project we’re working on. We weren’t planning on saying anything just yet since it’s still in the early stages, but given what’s going on in the fandom, we thought we should put this out there and see how people are feeling.

The three of us have been planning a full season 5 rewrite-one that would redo the entire season, following many of the same basic plot arcs and story constraints the show writers were working with, but doing it (we hope) a whole lot better, in a manner that is balanced and respectful of the characters we all love. We’ve been pretty excited about it, but recent events are giving us pause as we prepare to really get into the writing.

What we’d love to know-is there an audience for this? Given that many people are abandoning canon or quitting the show entirely, do you even care about seeing an attempt to fix it in fanon? If you have thoughts about it, in either direction, we’d love to hear them. Feel free to reply to this post and let us know!

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Ian every time Sal wants to have sex with him:

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Out Late: Chapter Seven - Hand Me Down

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Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

Just when Mickey even considers letting Ian touch his condiments, he does something completely ridiculous and unforgivable. Like order apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese on top. He reasoned if you swallowed come, you probably didn’t have the most refined palate. He watched Ian take a big bite of the the pie before flinching at the sharp pain in his knee.

“What the fuck, Mandy?” Mickey asked, rubbing his leg.

“I fly halfway across the country to see your pale ass and all you can do is make googly-eyes at Merida here,” Mandy complained.

“Babe, you came here to get fitted for your wedding dress,” Derek corrected. One venomous look from his fiancee and he stuffed his face full of chicken fried steak.

Mandy had refused to stay at Mickey’s place, claiming (not incorrectly) that Mickey and Ian had humped on every available surface. He still hadn’t completely got the stain out of his couch from the last time they used it. Derek in his rental car took them to the diner near the station where Mickey and Ian had shared their first meal. Mickey stabbed his baked potato as he grimaced at his sister.

“I wasn’t making google eyes or whatever,” he informed him, “I was just thinking how fucking disgusting it is to eat pie with cheese.”

“I’ve literally licked your asshole,” Ian deadpanned. “With less whipped cream.”

Mandy and Derek collectively groaned at the admission. They really were two peas in a pod, feeding off each other’s energy and working in tandem with each other. They communicated more with a few seconds of eye contact than Ian and Mickey managed with a full length conversation. They were even eating off the same plate. They were the gross ones. Really.

“Where are you staying?” Ian asked, trying for neutral.

“The Hilton downtown,” Derek said. “It’s right next to this dress shop that Mandy saw on Pinterest on something.”

“I saw it on the Wedding Channel,” Mandy interjected. “And Mickey’s taking me tomorrow, so I can say yes to the dress or whatever the fuck it is the bride does.”

“No, fucking thank you,” Mickey scoffed. “I’d rather deep throat a cactus.”

“That implies you have some kind of choice.”

Ian and Derek exchanged knowing looks before digging back into their food. It took all of fifteen seconds before Mickey and Mandy were lapsed back into sibling bickering. Even though Mickey was trying to make a case for why his presence would be totally inappropriate in a wedding dress shop, Ian could see smile lines around the corners of his mouth that hadn’t been there before and the tension of being caught post coitus seemed to be ebbing away. It was a Mickey he hoped to see more often.

“How did you two even hook up anyway?” Mandy was asking. “I thought he was ruining your show.”

“And Mickey was a stubborn asshole,” Derek finished.

Ian and Mickey both shifted in their seats uncomfortably. There had been a noticeable uneasiness between them since Mandy and Derek had (abused their spare key privileges) walked in on them. Mickey had scurried into his bathroom, the sheet wrapped around him as if protecting his virtue. That left Ian to get dressed in the closet, still reeking of sex and sweat, and make conversation with Mandy as if he hadn’t been inside her brother only five minutes earlier. It was nearly an hour before Mickey emerged, freshly showered, and  refusing to meet Ian’s eye. The suggestion to get out of the apartment seemed to lift a heavy weight off of him. Now, it seemed as if their conversations since then only lead to spatting.

“That was the sexual tension talking,” Mandy speculated. “They couldn’t keep their eyes off each other the first night they might. Mickey especially.”

“Oh, my fucking God…” Mickey rolled his eyes in frustration.

Ian leaned an arm across Mickey’s shoulder and began to toy with his hair just as his phone vibrated on the table. Ian glanced at his phone screen groaned. “Shit, I gotta go.”

“What?” Mandy asked as Derek said, “Dude, we’re just catching up.”

“Gotta supervise, Liam.”

Ian stood up, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as Mickey joined him. He mumbled something about walking Ian out, to the over affected awes of Derek and Mandy, and followed Ian outside. They stood awkwardly near each other, conscious of the fact they were only a few blocks from the station. Mickey had stick his hands in his pocket to reach out from touching Ian.

“Coming over tomorrow?” Mickey asked, rocking on the heels on his feet. “Promise we won’t be interrupted again.”

“Tempting…” Ian bit his lip, “but I have to do work at the station then have dinner at the Merricks. If you’re still cool with the whole thing.”

“Yeah, no, go ahead. I probably have a ton of stuff to do anyway for the wedding. Call me though?”

“Definitely.”

Ian saw the tension ebb out of Mickey and wished he could find a way to better reassure him, though he couldn’t pinpoint the source of his insecurity. He settled for patting Mickey on the neck before saying goodbye and heading to the nearest train station.

As it turned out, the wedding shop was not nearly as bad as Mickey had imagined. Mandy found her dream dress approximately five minutes after being engaged, before Derek took the job in Miami. However, with going back to school and the cross-country move, the wedding plans had been put on the back burner for the last month. Now, it seemed as if Bridezilla Mandy was coming back in full force.

She made Mickey wait outside of the dressing room while her and the attendant put on her dress. She shouted over the sound of rustling tulle.

“So… you and Ian?” he could hear her smirk.

“Thought we already did this at the diner,” Mickey reminded her.

“We asked, you dodged. Besides, you’d never give me the dirty details in front of Ian and Derek. Spill. Who knows how long it will take to get all the bells and whistles on?”

Mickey struggled to find the right words to describe his relationship with Ian. At least in a way that would make sense to someone like Mandy who had been broken for so long. She had spent her adolescence and young adulthood bouncing from toxic relationship to toxic relationship in a way that Mickey couldn’t fathom. It wasn’t until about six months after Terry kicked him out, when he was still staying with Casey, Mandy showed up pregnant. And not from one of her boyfriends.

It took everything it had in Micke not to kill Terry with his bare hands. The only thing that stopped him was Mandy herself. It took a long time for her to piece herself together. If she hadn’t been whole when she met Derek, Mickey couldn’t even fathom what kind of disaster that would have been.

His relationship with Ian -- if he even wanted to call it that -- was simultaneously playful and passionate, honest yet they seemed to be lying by omission, vulnerable but guarded. It seemed as if they were the embodiment of one step forward, two steps back. He had feelings that were too complex to even form, let alone voice. He shifted in his chair, trying to formulate his answer.

“We’re feeling each other out,” Mickey went for a diplomatic answer. “You ready?”

“Don’t laugh,” Mandy warned before stepping out of the dressing room.

Mickey vaguely heard the attendant describe the dress: ivory with a sweetheart neckline trimmed with lace applique and a scalloped hemline spilled into a chapel length train. Not that any of that shit mattered when he saw how beautiful his sister looked. Only the consideration of how expensive that thing probably cost,  kept Mickey from hugging her. She did the traditional 360 turn. face burning up in embarrassment.

“You look beautiful, Mands,” Mickey told her.

“Shut up,” Mandy replied automatically.

“Come on. You know I mean it.”

Mandy ran her hands over the lace nervously, mumbling something Mickey couldn’t quite make out.

“What?”

“Do you want to give me away?”

Mickey did get up and hug her then. He could feel the wetness of her tears hit his shoulder a moment later. She clung tight to him, her nails digging into his shoulder. When she pulled away. the attendant had a handkerchief waiting for her. Mandy wiped away her tears and let out a humorless laugh.

“What do you say?” Mandy asked again.

“Fuck, yes,” Mickey reassured her. “Wait, does that mean I have even more shit to do now?”

Mandy smacked him playfully on the shoulder. “Come on. Let me get out of this thing, so we can get fucked up.”

As it turned out, Mandy found his liquor cabinet sorely lacking. After her fitting appointment was over, she dragged him to a spirit shop and bought way more alcohol than they could ever drink in one sitting. Not that it stopped them from trying. They popped a bowl of popcorn with extra salt and butter and turned on the latest Fast & Furious movie. He had a thing for Dwayne Johnson and Mandy had a thing for Vin Diesel so it worked out well enough. They were halfway through the movie, and a third of the way through a bottle of silver Patron when Mandy dug her face into his shoulder.

“How good is Ian in bed?” Mandy asked. “I mean, I walked in on him changing once and wow… like dude is seriously blessed in the dick department.”

Mickey took a long swig from the bottle before answering, “Definitely knows how to use it. He does this swivel thing, and I’ve gotten really flexile over the last weeks. I can like do a human pretzel thing.”

Mandy looked thoughtful for a moment before she got it and hissed at him. “You’re fucking with me. I hate you.”

“We’re just enjoying it while it lasts.”

“You know,” Mandy propped her chin on his shoulder, breath smelling like tequila and lime, “you could always give him a reason to stay.”

Mickey turned sharply, but Mandy had passed out on her shoulder. He rolled his eyes and reclined further on the couch, letting his little sister fall asleep with her head on his lap. It wasn’t too long before he fell asleep himself with the sound of roaring engines in the background.

Ian slipped into Mickey's apartment early the next morning without making a sound. He shed most of his clothes, save his boxers, and slid into bed, settling into the pillow next to Mickey’s, closing his eyes just as he felt a knee nudge his thigh.

"Hey," Mickey grumbled, voice heavy with sleep. "What are you doing here?"

Ian turned to find the brunet looking at him with hazy, half opened eyes.

"Just wanted to see you," Ian replied. "Go back to sleep."

Mickey made a consenting noise before scooting himself closer and wrapping an arm around Ian's waist, burying his face in Ian's chest. He vaguely wondered as he drifted back to sleep if this would ever be enough to keep Ian in Chicago for good.

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I really wish they would’ve given us one genuinely nice Ian and Mickey moment this past season. Any and everything remotely intimate had something tainting it - sadness, infidelity, physical violence, tears, blood, etc. Why couldn’t they have given us just one 4x08 club-esque moment? One moment that was just about them being them - two happy, morons in love. One moment that wasn’t bookended by something awful. That’s all I wanted honestly. Just one moment to get me through this god forsaken hiatus.

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He’s The Man

Hello all! So as you may or may not know myself and sleepyfaceandsnark are co-writing a fic, and the first chapter is now posted! Hope you enjoy this as much as we are loving writing it together :D Summary: Ian disguises as his twin brother, Lip, in an attempt to play for his school’s soccer team. The only problem is that he’s falling for his brother’s roommate, Mickey. Note: ‘She’s the man’ AU that we all knew we needed. Chapter 1: Twins

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As much as I don’t think Shameless belongs in the comedy category, I feel it doesn’t belong in drama either. It is both a dramatic show with comedic moments or a comedic show with dramatic moments depending which half of the season you’re watching.

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I thought that we’ve been over this. Shameless is the comedy category, so that the show can be nominated for more awards. If they were in the drama category, that’d be going up against shows like Mad Men, The Affair, Homeland, etc. that they would have no chance of winning against. Also, just because Cam is nominated in the comedy category doesn’t mean they found his performance comedic, but that he had a really strong performance as Ian.

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If anyone’s interested, the next chapter of Out Late is like ninety percent done but I have to do re-writes and add in filler which I won’t be able to do until after finals. However, once summer starts, I’ll be able to update weekly (hopefully). Plus, I’ m working on something for the Shameless Big Bang. 

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When you think about it Debbie is already kind of a mother, I only ever saw Liam with her for all of season 5. I think he was in almost every scene with her. And maybe only a couple with Fiona.

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How to praise writers and influence fics

I’ve seen a lot of posts recently reminding readers to leave feedback on fics, which is great!!  Writers deserve all the love they can get.  Likes, reblogs, comments, messages, these are the lifeblood of writers.  They are proof that people are reading, that they’re enjoying, and that they want more.  

But maybe readers don’t know what to say.  Maybe you’re new to Tumblr, new to reading fan fiction, shy, or just not sure how to say what you want to say.

Let me start by saying, no matter how popular the blog or how cool you think they are, everyone loves a compliment.  If you’re worried about sounding silly or bothering people, let me assure you- a message will make your writer do a happy dance (depending on the writer, they may actually get up and dance.  I have.)

Here’s the basic ways of communicating with writers on Tumblr:

Likes and kudos- these are great, they’re the high-fives in this world.  They’re the “hey, nice” nod. Reblogs- even better, because they mean exposure.  More people see the story and that makes us really happy.  A reblog with a comment is amazing, especially one that entices others to read.  These make a writer’s day. Comments and messages- these are the thing that keeps us going.  Most of us have anon turned on- and if we don’t, just let us know you want a private reply.  (And, if your writer has anon off, it probably means they’ve been getting hate and deserve extra love.) Recommendations- recs are like coming in to work to find someone baked your favorite cake and left it on your desk.  Recommendations make your writer feel so loved and valued!

So, that’s all good, but what do you actually SAY to writers?  It doesn’t have to be much or take a lot of time.

A simple “This is great/funny/hot!” is wonderful.  "Best fic I’ve read this week!“  "Funny as hell and cute too.”  "You have to read this, it’s awesome!“  "I can’t wait for more of this.”  "I hope you keep going!“  These are great in reblogs and in messages.

Even better is specific feedback.  We love specific feedback, because it tells us what readers liked and what they didn’t.  Want to influence our next fic?  Tell us what you liked about this one and I bet you it will keep showing up!  Specific feedback is just telling the writer what you liked.  It doesn’t have to be long or complicated, either.  (But if you write a lot, we will love you so much.)

Was there a character you liked?  Talk about them:  "I love how you wrote X” “Y was so funny!”  "OMG I wanted to STRANGLE Q!“  "You can really feel X’s frustration.”  "Y has so much depth, they’re a really well-rounded character.“  "R says so much with so few words, it’s amazing.”

What about a part or line you enjoyed?  "That bit in the park- LOVE IT.“  "I have never read a better description of a cup of tea.”  "The way you wrote about his fear, that was heartbreaking.“

Was there a part that made you feel something?  Happy, sad, angry?  "That last sentence killed me, he’s so broken.”  "I wanted to jump around when they finally kissed!“  "This chapter was so tense, my heart was pounding by the end.”

Did the characters or plot or setting remind you of your life?  "I live in Brussels, that’s just how that street looks.“  "When Y talked about R, I knew exactly how he felt.”  "You captured that lost, aimless feeling perfectly; I’ve so been there.“

Are there unanswered questions?  Mention how much you want the answers.  "I can’t wait to find out what’s in the basket!”  "That was a cliffhanger ending, wow.“  "How is she going to explain THAT?”  (some writers are touchy about  predicting, though, so stay away from “I bet he’ll throw that letter out.” or “X is clearly coming back.”)

A few closing notes: be enthusiastic if that’s your style, go crazy with exclamation marks, smileys, caps!  Tell a writer if you’re rereading their work- very little makes us happier than knowing our writing has the staying power for a second, third, sixth, tenth read.  Did a reread give you a new insight or feeling about the fic?  Tell us!  We will be so excited to hear.  And remember, recommendations are wonderful- putting up a random post tagging your favorite writers or fics you’re enjoying will show the writers that they’re writing is more than a flash in the opan and they’ll get some new readers too!

We can’t do this writing thing without you guys.  So thank you so much!  Without readers, we’re just talking to ourselves.  We love and appreciate you for reading- but we need to know you’re doing it.  We need feedback like we need air.  Don’t let your favorite writers suffocate! :)

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Hey Lizzie! I was wondering what your favourite (chapter) gallavich fic is? I've just gotten up to date on several and am in need of more to binge through ^-^

Hello!! 

This is so hard to answer bc I have several faves, so i’ll just link you some of them =D (you might have read all of these idk) 

Putting under read more, the list got a bit long!

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Gimme rom-com/chick-flick AUs.

Life As We Know It – Lip and Mandy die in an accident and leave their baby in the care of Ian and Mickey.

The Other Wo(Man) – Ian finds out he’s sleeping with a married man and teams up with Mandy (the wife) and Karen (the beautiful blonde) to ruin his life but falls for Mandy’s brother on the way (totally open for it to be a Mandy/Karen fic, too!!). 

The Proposal – Ian works for Mickey and gets dragged into marrying him when Mickey’s visa expires to stop him from being deported

What’s Your Number – Ian’s determined not to sleep with more than twenty men. After drunkenly sleeping with his twentieth man, he decides to go back and check all of his exes/previous hook-ups to see if any of them is The One. His neighbour, Mickey, helps him track down his exes in exchange for a safe place to hide from his own one-night-stands.

Maid in Manhattan – Mickey works at a high-end hotel, gets caught trying on a guest’s suit and is mistaken as a guest by a VIP.

The Prince and Me – Mickey’s a prince from a foreign country who’s decided to go to the US to study, where he can finally do whatever he wants without being recognised. He falls for local college student, Ian, who isn’t aware that he’s getting involved with a prince

etc…

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I just spent the last half hour looking for wedding dresses for Mandy. Can’t say I don’t do my research.