#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.

[samantitheos]

[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.

[gallapiech]

Mickey ★

story by @spoonfulstar

[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.

[harringroveera]

Billy loves to get under Steve’s skin (and in his pants too probably)

(Incorrect Harringrove + Gallavich Quotes)

[deedala]

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

[spicycinnabun]

@galladrabbles for thank you

~

“What do we say?” Ian asked, expectant.

“Thank you,” Mickey said. The response was automatic, knee-jerk, and his cheeks heated in mortification as Ian slowly paused.

“I was talking to Fran.” His eyes were twinkling, the motherfucker. He went to serve himself a plate. “Uncle Mickey has good manners today, doesn’t he?”

“Yes!” Franny agreed. “Thank you, Uncle Ian!”

Mickey shoved a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth to stop any more stupid shit from escaping, but when Ian passed him to sit down, his hand caressed the back of Mickey’s neck, and it felt like good boy.

[em-harlsnow]

the tiktok trend where you try and look through your partner’s phone to see how they react.

ian’s just plain curious about this one. he trusts mickey, obviously, but he does wonder how he’ll react if ian tries to go on his phone. he might not want him on it because he’s embarrassed about the kind of porn he watches, or maybe he talked shit about him to sandy.

either way, ian wants to know what he’ll do.

on the couch, mickey’s working his way through a bag of crisps, watching whatever TV show is playing absentmindedly.

his phone’s on his lap.

ian reaches across to get it and the reaction is instant.

mickey grabs the chips by the opening and holds it an arms length away. “No! I told you to get your own! I offered to buy you some! This one’s mine! Fuck off!” he yells, outraged.

ian can’t help but laugh. “i just wanted your phone.”

mickey looks confused, and then shrugs. “oh. here.” he says, handing it over.

mickey doesn’t even seem to care, never mind notice when ian flips through it. he checks the search history, and isn’t disappointed, but doesn’t check the messages because that seems like an invasion of privacy.

when ian looks back at mickey, the bag of chips is still gripped in one hand, hard, and he keeps side-eyeing ian as if he’s gonna catch him off guard and steal them.

ian chuckles, and hands his phone back.