#gallavich fics

[suzy-queued]

Rare and unusual tropes/AUs either or game!

Highlight the one you’d like to read or write in bold. Thanks for the tag, @callivich @energievie As a bonus, I've added some recs for stories and art in these under-served genres!

demon au or shapeshifter au My Heart Belongs To You by @sweetbee78 clones or bodyswap Kinktober 2021, day 13 [NSFW] by @psychicskulldamage medieval au or edwardian au My Sanctuary by @depressedstressedlemonzest steampunk au or cyberpunk au More than meets the eyes by @gembu-tortuesouscafeine [cyberpunk] gothic horror au or monster au Oceans of Time by @thevioletjones arranged marriage or rebound romance get the feeling (don't fight it) by @sam-loves-seb reincarnation or immortality Night Life by devovitsuasartes circus au or theatre au I Will Find You Through Time by Bebisue body sharing or telepathy In My Head by RewriteTheStars4 regency au or western au At Liberty by @callivich dreams or psychic visions weaver of fate (to your will i won't fold) by Ravenheart farm au or spaceship au Running against the wind by KeepGoing meeting for the first time later in life or reconnecting later in life The Road Not Taken by mishervellous [reconnecting story] gods au or superheroes au The Guardians by @andthatisnotfake [not quite gods but close!] epistolary or crossover Mickey + Ian's Bullshit Journal by GrandSelfMythology pirate au or spies au Slick back My Hair (You know the Devil's in There) by @wehangout [hitmen, but it's close to being spies!]

[ianrightsonly]

I love your writing! Are you planning on revisiting Where the Feigned Wind Falls?

thank you so much! i really appreciate this and i’m so glad that you’ve enjoyed my writing ♥️ i know it’s been a very long time since i’ve updated and i think about this fic so often. it was a huge part of my life and i will always love it to pieces. i know you didn’t ask for a lengthy answer, but i’m going to give it to you anyway since i haven’t really discussed this at all up until this point.

for a while, i really did have every intention of finishing it. i still really would love to someday. my life is just so different now than it was when i first started writing it all the way back in august of 2020. i had more free time than i knew what to do with between covid and also dealing with a broken foot that left me unable to work while it was healing, and i basically put all of that energy and time into writing. i really miss it so much, and i wish i had a better way of balancing writing with a busy schedule. but truthfully, i work 5-6 days per week between multiple jobs right now. and it’s almost hard to even remember what it was like to have adequate time to write, especially since many of the chapters were quite lengthy.

my ideal answer is that i still really do hope to finish it someday, even if nobody remembers it or is interested in it by the time i’m able to actually pull that off. i abandoned other chapter fics as well that i probably won’t ever revisit at this point, but wtfwf is extra special to me and i don’t ever want to say that i’ve given it up completely.

i’ve thought about writing out an extended synopsis that basically explains what would have happened within the final chapters, but that isn’t quite the same as actually finishing it the way i originally intended. but it would also be better than never finishing it at all.

tldr; never say never. i can’t commit to continuing it at this moment, but someday when the stars align properly, i really hope i can give the story its proper ending.

thank you again (to you and anyone else who may be reading this) for loving and supporting this story over the years. i hope i can come back to it sooner than later to give ian and mickey the happy ending they very much deserve ♥️

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Has anyone done a Gallavich/The Vow AU?

I just watched the movie for the first time in forever and was like

MAKE IT GALLAVICH

[ohkate]

Ian handling Mickey by the neck when they're being affectionate. Not that I blame him.

[deedala]

Ian and Mickey from Intro to Quantum Dating by @spoonfulstar

[konaiiro]

Mickey is frozen to the spot, one hand in his jacket pocket and a cigarette dangling from the other.

Missed drawing comics a lot recently, so this panel was a slow return to the medium. Drawing based on @sam-loves-seb's fic 'home is such a lonely place'. Read here, it's really fucking good and about Mickey visiting Terry and the Milkovich house in s10.

[doshiart]

Then he grabs the razor and brings it up, and Ian is in full concentration. His mouth presses into an even firmer line, and his eyes are sharp on where the blade is about to go on Mickey’s skin, and Mickey wishes that there was a way to do this where they weren’t face to face.  — it'd be better if you flayed me alive by @crestfallercanyon

Art raffle gift for Michelle @michellemisfit <3 I hope this is the 'slight edge of danger' combo you imagined 🖤🔪

This fic hit me hard. I had a deep resonance or something. I was just overhelmed with feelings, so here we are.

[lupeloto]

@galladrabbles this week with a beautiful poem prompt from @gallafics !! here’s them being sickeningly sweet and mushy

— — — —

Ian peaks around the doorway, “Actually I made dinner plans tonight.”

Mickey rises, failing to mask his irritation and tinge of jealousy, “With who?”

“Oh just some boy I met…” he slowly meets him at the couch.

Mickey pauses, giving Ian a watch what you say next look.

“…Dark hair, blue eyes, around,” he smirks, “5’6 or so..”

“Ruggedly handsome?” he questions, his hand now traveling slowly down Ian’s exposed bicep.

“Yep, that’s the one.” Ian yanks him closer. Soft kisses interrupted by grins against his cheek.

“Also, It’s 5”8, bitch.”

“Okay tough guy,” he giggles, planting a slow, gentle kiss on the boy’s lips.

[calummss]

gallavich as girl!dads headcanon

masterlist

making her lunchboxes for kindergarten/school. mickey disliked it at first and thought it was a waste of time but over time he started to pride himself on the food he makes and even decorates it

their daughter running into their arms after kindergarten (bawling)

when she’s sassy she calls them by their names: “mickey […]”, “excuse me?”, “you heard me”

he was gagged!!

ian teaching her how to swim in the pool

mickey telling her bedtime stories about him in prison and she is invested (he leaves out too gore-y stuff)

putting her drawings on the fridge even if they don’t know wtf she drew

mickey listens to a lot of eminem so by the time she’s 5/6 she starts rapping along with him (he gets emotional listening to mockingbird and needs looks at her face once the song ends)

both of them learn how to style her hair. ian’s go to are braids whilst mickey loves simple pigtails

“some kid at school told me i was weird for having two dads”

“who?”

“someone in my class”

“what did you do?”

“i punched them”

“thats my girl” *high fives her*

their daughter asking for the meaning of their tattoos which lead to some pretty awkward conversations

“why do you have boobs on your back?”

ian’s voice shaking: “because i- i…love women”

“but you’re married to daddy”

he was silenced.

mickey also swears that you can tell she’s being raised by gay dads; his proof is that she says “come on girls” when talking to them. mickey absolutely hates it and tries to stop her from saying it

i just know lip teases the shit out of them for it!! he is amused as hell

ian and mickey were honestly not ready to have such a diva in their house. they love it but at the same time it tests them on so many levels

they 100% get tattoos dedicated to her!!

dance parties!! i just know ian and mickey blast lady gaga, katy perry, eminem etc. and dance whilst cleaning or cooking, hyping up their little girl

their daughter crawling into their bed at night/in the morning and they wrap their arms around her, cuddling themselves back to sleep

when she starts asking about boobs, female body etc. they get overwhelmed and call debbie or sandy to deal with it

she thinks the world of her fathers and loves them so much

mickey felt disconnected from her for the first few months of her life as he was unsure how to love and take care of a baby but now he would die for her. he would kill for her. he would to anything to make sure she is happy and safe (he made a promise to himself to never be like terry)

no one knows how she did it but somehow she convinced ian and mickey to let her paint their nails

i have a nagging feeling that someone in the family (gallagher) calls her miss gallavich if she doesn’t answer to her name the first few times

[gallapiech]

just finished interview with the vampire absolute cinema (i am inconsolable)

so here's a little vampire ian sketch LOL

[samantitheos]

[deathclassic]

even more shameless fic recs bc my last post got too long

part one part three

aka i went through all my shameless bookmarks of 2024 bc this fandom is fucking talented

Highway of Hedonism by @gallapiech @roryonic

Imagine Us In Heaven (This Is It, Baby) by ish_the_fish

Darkness comes before the Dawn by @creepkinginc @transmurderbug @ian-galagher

in this and every life by biblionerd07

Statesville Summer by @rayrayor

Arrest Me, Officer by tearyzombie

guaranteed to satisfy by @catgrassplantdad

Keep your friends close, by makeapointofhavingfun

Gallavich trapped in IKEA by sejeaugusta

Parking Lot Lovers, or Drive-Thru Dick Down?  by @nymacron

Africa by @ian-galagher

The Night Shift by @blue-disco-lights

elevator music by gallavichsecurity

A New Personal Best by @jrooc

Leave this blue neighborhood by @redwiccanrobin

Reconfigure, Deconstruct, and Begin by @iansw0rld

Learnt It In Basic by @iansw0rld

right across the hall by @sam-loves-seb

No way out by Anonymous

Saddle Up by @mybrainismelted

Rub One Out by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Pickpocket by MyAmisFics

The Meeting with Mr. Gallagher by TomarryIsLifeee

Let the light in by elejsh

Treat You Better by ShipperGirl121

Having A Ball by @callivich @gallawitchxx

i’m too misty, and too much in love by pinkpantherman

Accidents happen by whatyouandihave

I would go to hell and hit the devil for you. by patrochilleslov

Baby Oh Baby by TomarryIsLifeee

Silent Pain in Emerald Eyes by takeyourpillsbitch

Spousal Privilege by BitterTongue

I Dreamed a Dream by princess_sarah

Being an older brother by Dannee2704

Forever Is In Our Eyes by hell_yeah_stargazer_lilies

A Song Only You Can Hear by @suzy-queued

The stranger by Gallavichxlove 

tell me it's love (tell me it's real) by likethescarofage

old love by @em-harlsnow

Katie by @mybrainismelted

i know he needs you, you’re all that he sees by Itstheurgetofall

The Ink is a Witness to This by pink_ink

I Want a Divorce by KateJ

Asking nicely by Pillox

The fuck did you just call him? by Snuggle_snakes

Sinner by @thepupperino

Right Here With You by TomarryIsLifeee

Like Heroin, Morphine and other Opioids (College Boys and their Fentanyl Brothers) by Elmer_s_s0cks

a beginner's mind by @spoonfulstar

with you between my arms by @darlingian

the edge of all we’ve ever known by @sam-loves-seb

Caught by TomarryIsLifeee

Old Habits and New Revelations by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Set Up For Failure by SpiritCat179

I Got Your Back by TomarryIsLifeee

perfect fit by @catgrassplantdad

Who's Mickey? by AnniseFreya

Hallucinations by SpiritCat179

Battlefield Chicago by @mybrainismelted

Black lace by Gallavichxlove

Unlearning His Love by SpiritCat179

The Dock Scene (but not as you know it) by @bawlbrayker

Everybody Wants A Taste by @nymacron

[sisitrip]

Future Whispers

My little crispy soul is trying to knit itself back together. I'm choosing to do that with an early Gallavich stolen moment.

_________________________

Ian smiled in the dark as Mickey swatted his hand away from the bathroom lightswitch. 

“That’s not like you,” he murmured. “You usually want to see everything.”

A warm press of air was the only warning he got before Mickey kissed him, soft and deliberate. Astounded, he stilled, afraid to breathe. It was still so new, this kissing, and like new things, it was precious. 

“Easy,” Mickey whispered when he finally remembered to breathe. “There’s no part of you that I don’t want to see when we’re doing that.” Mickey gave him another soft, astonishing kiss. “But, right now, I’m after less, especially with your family down there doing the most.” 

A high pitched squeal rang out from downstairs, punctuating Mickey’s point. 

He laughed, letting Mickey drag him to the toilet and push him to sit on its closed lid. Before he could blindly reach out for Mickey, his lap filled with his warm, heaven scented weight. 

“So, what’s “less” to Mickey Milkovich? I didn’t think you knew how to do less,” he whispered around another kiss, sliding his hands up and down Mickey’s thighs. Emboldened by the dark, he rounded his hands to Mickey’s ass and got a nip to his bottom lip for his roaming.

��I don’t do less. But, I’m settling for this until everybody knocks out,” Mickey whispered back, slipping a bit of tongue between his lips.  

He nearly lost track of the conversation as their kisses grew longer, more heated. 

“I’ll try not to take your ‘settling’ personally,” he breathed.

“Relax, it’s not like that. I'm just trying this mouth-pressing thing again.”

“Mouth-pressing?” he laughed against Mickey’s lips. “God, you’re so romantic.”

“That's what it is, ain’t it? Just two sets of lips pressing together in a sloppy way.” Mickey pulled his lower lip into his mouth and gave it an exquisite nip. “Be glad I didn’t call it tongue stacking.” 

“If you don’t stop describing it so beautifully, I think I'm going to cry,” he said, chasing after Mickey’s tongue with his own.

Mickey chuckled and leaned back. 

“I’m just calling it like I see it. Anyway, I’m still deciding if I hate this whole mouth-pressing thing. No wait. Yeah. I hate it.” Mickey immediately dove in for another tongue-filled kiss.

“Oh, that much is clear.” He pulled Mickey closer, hardening beneath him. “You definitely despise kissing.”

“Absolutely disgusts me,” Mickey said, tilting his head so he could kiss at a better angle.

He smiled into the next kiss.

“Then we should just end this horrible kissing and do something else.” He tried to pull Mickey’s shirt out of his pants. “I've been thinking all night how much I want to feel you come on my stomach while you ride me.”

Mickey stopped his roaming hands and buried his hot face in his neck. Despite the sheer number of times he’s been inside Mickey, the little mouth-pressing hater was still shy about dirty talk. He didn’t have ‘bashful thug’ on his dating Bingo card, but he was here for it.

“Gallagher, if people knew that Disney looking mouth of yours was all Pornhub, your stock would tank.” 

He lifted Mickey’s head by the chin and kissed him. 

“I’m devastated. I thought my mouth was your favorite thing about me,” he murmured, stealing tiny kisses. 

“Tied for first. If you ask me what it’s tied with, I’m braining you.”

They kissed languidly for a bit, heat banking just enough to kick his thoughts toward things beyond kissing. Future related things he’s been wanting from Mickey for a while now. His mouth, clearly not occupied enough, decided to start trouble. 

“What are you going to do when I’m like, 60 years old and my mouth-pressing game isn’t as strong?” he asked, going for Mickey’s chin with a kiss and landing on his nose.

There’s a beat of quiet. He expected Mickey to change the subject, like he did with all future talk. But, instead, he got no such brush off, as miraculous as that was. 

“I mean, your mouth-pressing game ain’t that strong now.”

He snorted. 

“But, if you’re asking for 60 year old Ian,” Mickey teased, kissing his cheek. “I think I might tolerate a lower level of mouth-pressing. But, let the record reflect that everything else has to stay above board.”

“Yeah? Everything else like what?” he asked, heart thudding a little at Mickey envisioning the future with him. 

“That arms and legs wrapping thing we do before sleep.”

“Cuddling?” 

“Yeah. That shit better not slack off.”

He beamed in the dark. “Noted. What else?” 

“Hugs from behind. They remain fully operational or I’m out.”

He huffed a soft laugh. 

“Of course. Anything else?”

Mickey’s quiet for a long time, stroking his hands up and down his chest. 

“You being the first thing I see when I wake up,” Mickey whispered. “And the last thing I see before I go to sleep.”

He said nothing, but his eyes got entirely too hot. Like a bat using echolocation, Mickey knew he was teetering on tears, even in the dark. 

“Keep it together, Gallagher.”

His emotional laugh confirmed Mickey’s suspicions and he was rewarded with a kiss to his forehead. 

“Is that-” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Is that all?”

“No.” 

“What then?” 

Mickey scooted until they were belly to belly and hugged him tight, like he needed support. When he spoke, his voice was vulnerable and rough with emotion. 

“Keep being happy to see me. Keep … keep wanting me to be around.” 

He wrapped Mickey up, heart splintering. It wasn’t Mickey’s soft plea that broke him. It’s the idea that one day he’s going to stop wanting him close, as if that was remotely possible. He’d tried keeping his distance and it had been like watching color violently drain out of the world. 

“That’ll never slack off, you hear me?” He squeezed Mickey tighter, meaning it to his marrow. “Never.”

Mickey didn’t say anything. He only pressed closer. 

He held Mickey in the dark for a while, listening to his family’s ruckus downstairs. Unbidden, the thought of being a husband, Mickey’s husband, bloomed into his mind for the first time. He smiled into Mickey's shoulder, frightened and excited by the thought. Husband.

Mickey pressed a sweet kiss into his neck and hugged him tighter, clearly thinking about some things himself. He decided to let them both off the hook. For now.

“So, my fingers must be tied for first with my tongue-stacking, right?” he asked, bouncing Mickey a little on his lap. 

Mickey snorted. “First off, it’s mouth-pressing. Second, your fingers are okay, but not first place material.” 

“My legs then.” 

“Those chicken sticks? Hell no.” 

He started giggling. 

“My eyes. You’re always saying how green and alien looking they are. You like that weird shit.” 

Mickey pulled back. “I do, but they’re second place. You know, I could just tell you instead of you guessing, Ian.” 

“If you say anything but my dick, I’m tossing you in the bathtub.” 

Mickey held his face in his hands. 

“How could it be anything but that? Your beef bus is insane.” 

He broke down laughing, pulling Mickey into another kiss. 

“My mouth-pressing and beef bus thank you for the compliment.” He grabbed Mickey’s belt. “You feel like taking that bus for a ride?” 

Mickey groaned and gave his cheek a tap. 

“I don’t know how you live being that corny. And the answer is no. I ain’t skeeting with your little brothers and sister downstairs.” 

“How about some more mouth-pressing instead? Just to make sure you really hate it.” 

Mickey sighed. “Alright, get that Disney mouth ready. Maybe by the time you’re 60, you’ll be better at this whole mouth-pressing nonsense.” 

That earned Mickey some tickling and his whispered giggles made the dark bathroom magical. He liked Mickey whispering about their future. He liked that Mickey thought about it at all. If they somehow manage to make it, he’ll remember this as the place where their lives started to take root and shape. 

On a bevy of future whispers in the dark.

[st4rrymick3y]

This scene always kills me because of three things:

1. Gallavich are canonically into somno, and I'm having very perverted thoughts about it all 😵‍💫

2. The way Ian slaps and grabs his husband's ass.

3. Their little smile directed at each other at the end 🥹 They love each other so much. For someone who whines about smiling, Mickey sure does smile a lot when it comes to Ian.

[juvinadelgreko]

you cannot convince me that ian and mickey didn’t plaster each other’s faces in cake at their wedding. i know it happened and i’m pissed we didn’t get to see it. it wasn’t a question of if they’d smash the cake in each other’s faces, but rather who would get it in first. mickey did simply because he’s a fast little fucker and ian was always going to let him win. by the time the carnage is over, they both have buttercream in their eyebrows and ian’s fingertips sting warmly where mickey accidentally-on-purpose bit his them along with the cake. someone passes them napkins to wipe down with but they spend the rest of the night licking little missed specks off frosting off each other’s faces. it’s disgusting but no one says that because it’s their wedding night and they’re allowed to be a little gross on their wedding night! on their first anniversary, and in celebration of finally getting their own place, they unfreeze the slice they saved and eat it using their unpacked boxes as tables.

[deedala]

Ian x Mickey + How to Disappear: A Traveler's Guide for Delinquents and Miscreants