#mickey lockscreen

[loxxscreens]

find the hidden mickey were my fav parts of disney movies 🤠

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disclaimer - I don’t own most of my lockscreens; they come from Pinterest! if one of them happens to be yours, just message me and i will give you credit :)

[p-spidey]

danny ramirez lockscreens ◡̈ 

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[mxgyver]

OH MY GOD

Hi Shelby! Congrats on 1.2k! Could I request “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” with Mickey?! I feel like he doesn’t get enough love!!

one sunny afternoon - mickey garcia

pairing: mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia x fiancée!reader

summary: mickey surprises you by coming home a few days early.

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. oral (f receiving). face sitting. mickey is a total sweetheart. fluff.

If your neighbors heard your rendition of Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody,” you couldn’t care. You tidied up your apartment, anxiously awaiting Mickey’s arrival in a few days. He had been gone for eight months this time and you swore it never got any easier. 

The wedding was fast approaching and it was hard trying to make decisions without him. He tried to help as much as he could, picking out color palettes and floral arrangements through email was not ideal but it worked. 

Cleaning was a way to distract yourself from missing Mickey. Playing your reception playlist on the other hand, not so much. Tears welled up in your eyes and an overwhelming feeling washed over you. A cool breeze blew through the open windows, making you stop for a second to take a deep breath. He was coming home to you, you were getting married to the love of your life, and everything was fine. 

Your tabby cat, Bella, nuzzled against your leg as you stood in the middle of the living room. You bent down to scratch at the top of her head, smiling to yourself as she purred loudly. You returned to the task at hand, blasting the music and not paying attention to the man who had just entered your door. 

Mickey stood there and watched you dance around the living room, using the mop handle as a makeshift microphone. He dropped his duffle and the noise made you jump. And then you let out a shriek. Your eyes widened and time froze. He was home early. He was here. It took your brain nearly ten seconds to register that he was real and you launched yourself toward him. 

Wrapping you up in his arms felt like home. Sure, the apartment you shared was your dwelling place but you - you were his everything. It had been a long, long eight months. You stayed in his arms for a good while, wetting his shirt collar with your tears. 

“You’re home. You’re finally home,” you mumbled into his neck, squeezing him that much tighter. 

“I’m here, mi amor. I came home to you just like I promised,” Mickey said, pressing a longing kiss to your temple. 

You eventually pulled away, taking in your fiance. His hair had grown out a bit, floppy curls now rested atop his head. A goatee now adorned his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in for a kiss. It started innocently but soon turned desperate. The facial hair tickled your chin and upper lip, causing you to smile. 

“Mickey,” your voice came out barely above a whisper, “missed you so much.” 

Your fingertips trailed up his spine and into his dark, curly locks. He sighed passionately at the feeling of you tugging against his scalp. You kissed along his sharp jawline, nipping at his earlobe before moving your way down to the spot on his neck that made him putty in your hands. 

You didn’t waste much time moving to the bedroom, you wanted to give him a proper welcome home. But Mickey had other ideas. He laid himself out on the mattress, settling into the pillows on his side of the bed, and reached out for your hand. 

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he said, tone thick with desire. 

“How do you want me?”

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you.”

His words knocked the breath out of you. That was something you had never tried before. You had thought about it but never mentioned it. His grip tightened against your palm, signaling you to look him in the eyes. 

“If you don’t want, that’s okay,” he said timidly. 

You instantly shook your head. You wanted to, oh god you really wanted to but-

“What if I suffocate you,” you inquired.

“Then I’d die a happy man,” he quipped back, a lopsided grin forming on his face. 

You gave him a look of seriousness and he pulled you closer. His hands found purchase on your hips, thumbs brushing over the sliver of skin from where your shirt had ridden up. He leaned forward to press his forehead into your stomach. 

“I want to treat you, love. I’ve thought about nothing else but your sweet taste on my tongue for the past eight months. Please, ride my face. Use me. Give me a reason to never leave your side again,” his chocolate-brown eyes pleaded. 

Your skin burned and there was a fiery ache between your thighs. Placing a hand on the middle of his chest you pushed back into his former position on the mattress. You slipped out of your shorts and underwear, smiling shyly at the low whistle he let out. His hands traveled over every part of your lower half. Up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass and hips, tracing your spine. 

You wanted him to tease you but you were both too desperate for that. He jerked you forward, tugging at you until you were hovering above his waiting mouth. 

“Sit,” he uttered. 

You followed orders, gripping the headboard and settling down on Mickey’s lips. He tongued at your clit lazily, drawing out random shapes and you swore you could feel him making the motion of the letter M repeatedly. Your hips moved on their own accord, chasing the feeling of his wet muscle against your swollen bud. 

He moaned at your taste, like he was in the desert and he had water for the first time in months. You slipped one hand from the headboard to drag your fingers through his hair and tugged harshly. You rode his face sloppily, needing that release you craved. 

Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your head was thrown back towards the ceiling and you were whimpering his name like a praise, like it was the only word you knew. Your chest heaved with exertion. His hands trailed up your sides and plucked your hardened nipples. You moaned wantonly, grinding down that much harder. 

“Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, oh-“ you keened as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping hole. It was messy and desperate and you couldn’t hold on much longer. You looked down into your lover’s eyes as you quickly approached your peak. 

He mumbled something against your pussy, but you couldn’t make it out due to the ringing in your ears. You could only assume it was him telling you to let go, to cum on his tongue. And you did. It shook you to your core, your thighs tightened around his skull and your back bowed. High pitched moans escaped your throat as you rode out your orgasm. 

Mickey continued his ministrations with small kitten licks until you were pulling him away from your oversensitive cunt. He had a satiated grin on his glistening face. Your wetness drenched his lips and chin, clinging to the facial hair. You shuffled down his body, slamming your mouth onto his own, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

“Told you I missed you,” he said as you pulled away to swipe your thumb over his bottom lip. He busted out into a full blown smile, perfect teeth on display. 

“If you’re gonna do that every time you come home, maybe you need to leave more often.”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Now, let me show you how much I missed you, baby,” you said as you slipped your hand under his white shirt to trail over his toned abs. You had no intentions of getting out of the bed anytime soon.

[twinklyylights]

The trailer for a new romance movie is what sparks the thought in Mickey. He nudges Ian’s elbow with his own and looks over to him. He finds his husband to be lost in thought, intensely focused on the screen of his cell phone rather than the television screen in front of them. 

“Hey, where’s the DVD of our wedding video?” He asks.

Ian doesn’t bother to look up from the article he’s reading. Too many of the symptoms in front of him feel familiar.

“In the safe,” he mumbles, distracted. Silently panicked.

Mickey nods. Ian doesn’t sound like he’s in the mood to reminisce, so he doesn’t bother trying to push the conversation any further. 

Ian reads for a few more minutes without a word, but he eventually becomes overwhelmed by what he knows is coming for him. He locks his phone with a sigh, and sets it down on the coffee table, screen side down.

Mickey watches his movements carefully. He does his best to keep his face neutral, but he can’t help but grin when Ian moves to lay across his lap. 

Mickey gladly accepts the gesture. His palm is warm when it goes to rest against Ian’s cheek.

“Hi, handsome,” he murmurs.

Ian closes his eyes. He bathes in the comfort that he only can find in Mickey.

“Hi,” he supplies back through a yawn.

“Tired?”

Ian hums.

“Something like that.”

And he swears he can feel Mickey’s body go stiff.

“You feeling okay?”

Ian waits to answer that. The answer isn’t one he has to think on, but sharing it out loud makes it real.  

“No,” he admits after a beat.

He doesn’t explain it in any more words than that, but Mickey doesn’t need him to.

“Anything I can do?”

Ian opens his eyes then. His solemn ones meet Mickey’s worried two.

“Don’t think so.”

Mickey nods. He forces himself to give Ian a soft smile.

“I’m here,” he promises. “You’ll make it to the other side.”

Ian latches on to that sentiment for the next few days.

Laid on Mickey’s side of the bed, his husband’s words repeat on a loop. And even though he can’t quite see the other side, he trusts Mickey’s assurance that it’s waiting for him, simply because the words have come from Mickey’s lips.

Those same lips spend the week between Mickey’s teeth. Chapped and gnawed at despite Mickey’s best efforts to maintain some sense of normalcy in his day.

This isn’t new for either of them. But, it weighs heavier on his heart than usual.

Ian’s sadness feels like his own.

He barely finishes his bowl of cereal before abandoning it to the sink.

Breakfast together is usually a morning must have. The meal without Ian feels pointless.

He tries to keep himself busy in the living room of the apartment. He goes back and forth between the coach, the balcony and back to the couch again. Without ever accomplishing anything after he reaches his destination.

Laid across the couch he pulls out his phone and unlocks it with a sad smile.

The selfie that’s set as his lockscreen is from one of their first nights married.

It’s a mirror selfie, taken in the upstairs bathroom of the Gallagher house.

Ian has one arm wrapped around Mickey’s waist, pulling him close. His left hand is raised high to flash his ring in the mirror.

Mickey had laughed at him at first, but had quickly matched his move and thrown his left hand up at the mirror, too.

His phone covered his wide smile as he took the picture, but Ian’s smile was bright enough for the both of them.

His next few minutes are spent replying to missed texts. His replies are vague, but he figures they should suffice.

After a while, he dozes off on the couch. It’s a light sleep, but Ian still nestles himself into Mickey unconscious.

He wakes up with an ache in chest that only Ian’s presence can soothe.

Quietly, he tip toes his way to their shared bedroom.

The door is cracked, so he can see that Ian’s on his side of the bed. He’s curled up, bundled in their comforter.

Even though Ian’s eyes are closed, Mickey still whispers to him from the door frame.

“You sleeping?”

Ian opens his eyes immediately.

“No.”

A silence falls between them then. Mickey kinda stares off for a moment, taking in the room around Ian, and then letting his eyes fall back on his husband.

“Need anything?”

“You.”

And well, Mickey wasn’t expecting him to say that.

He comes over to Ian’s side of the bed then and lays down. His movements are awkward and he’s a bit stiff as he lays on his back, but he figures Ian can’t see him to question why he feels so weird in his own bed.

They’re both silent for a beat. Mickey’s the one to bring words back into the room.

“I hate seeing you like this,” He says quietly.

And maybe it’s not the perfect thing to say, but it’s the truth.

Because, it sucks seeing Ian suffer like this. It sucks knowing that Ian will have to deal with this forever.

There’s a helplessness that comes with it all, that, even after all these years, Mickey still doesn’t know how to manage.

How is it that his husband can be going through so much, yet he can’t do anything about it?

Ian makes a noise then. It sounds suspiciously close to a laugh.

Mickey side eyes him.

“You wanna trade brains with me?” Ian deadpans.

Mickey shrugs.

“Sure, why not?”

Ian smiles into the pillow even though Mickey can’t see it.

‘If I had yours, I’d probably bring us both something to eat,” He suggests.

Mickey snorts.

“Oh yeah? What would you bring?”

“Oreos.”

Mickey nods. Okay. Oreos. Oreos are easy. He can do Oreos.

He gets off the bed then and makes his way to the kitchen. He grabs the half-eaten pack of double stuffed cookies and then comes back to the bedroom.

His cheeks lift into a smile when he sees that Ian’s flipped over and is sitting upright in the bed.

His shoulders relax as he comes more into the room.

“My side really that comfy?”

Ian nods, he reaches his arms out to gesture toward the package of cookies. Mickey picks up his pace. He kisses Ian’s forehead as he passes over the snack.

“You don’t even know how much.”

He offers a cookie to Mickey then, and Mickey accepts it.

He didn’t even realize he was hungry.

They eat their cookies in a comfortable silence after that. Once the package is empty, Mickey throws it toward the trashcan.

“Anything else you’d do if you had my brain?”

“Yeah. I’d get out our wedding video.”

He gives Mickey a look.

“I heard you. I think we both could use it right now.”

And with that they both find themselves under the comforter with their laptop between them.

It’s the first time in a while that Ian’s felt like being this close. He kisses Mickey’s cheek before pressing play on the video they’ve both rewatched dozens of times.   

“We did good,” Ian murmurs as the camera pans over the reception hall. “You did good.”

“I used to dream about that shit, man.”

Ian eyes cut over to him then.

“Yeah?”

Mickey’s eyes say it all.

“Yeah,” He promises.

The video cuts after a few more minutes. Anyone else would think it was over, but they both know what’s coming.

Mickey huffs out a breathy laugh. He can already feel himself getting emotional.

Debbie had given them the idea that they should leave video notes for each other before the wedding.

“A last conversation as fiancées!” she had explained it as.

They both didn’t need much convincing.

The next clip is of Ian sitting on the bed in his wedding suit. Off camera, Lip gives him a signal, and he begins to speak after a pause.

“Hey Mick,” he starts, “It’s me, Ian.” He visibly cringes. “You already knew that. Anyway, my watch says its 4:05, so we’re about 2 hours away from being husbands.” On camera he blows out a shaky breath.

“You were so fucking nervous,” Mickey says with a shake of his head.

Ian doesn’t have the energy to acknowledge the comment. He lets it hang in the air as they watch Ian’s confessional.

And even though Mickeys lives in Ian’s love every day, it still brings a tear to his eye as he listens to the man speak so certainly about it.

“…I’m sure about us. I’m sure about, you, Mick,” Ian continues on the screen, “Is it selfish to think you were made to my husband?

Ian turns his head at the sound of a sniffle. His face falls when he sees that Mickey is teary.

“Mick?”

“You still feel like that? Like I was made for this?”.

Ian pauses the video. He closes his laptop and turns so that he’s on his side and facing Mickey.

“’Course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

He reaches up then, and wipes a tear from Mickey’s cheek. Mickey rolls his eyes.

“Whatever. Don’t know why I’m fucking crying about it.” He tries to dismiss.

Ian shakes his head. His hand starts to rub against Mickey’s stomach as he finds the words he knows Mickey needs to hear.

“You know, nobody else would be able to magically make me feel better if you weren’t here. No one in the entire world.”

And sure, the larger, more logical part of Mickey’s brain knew that. But a smaller, more nagging side, needed the reminder.  

“I know that. Fucking sucks that I can’t, though.”

Ian leans over and wipes a fallen tear from Mickey’s cheek.

“What would the meds be for then?” he jokes, before kissing the side of Mickey’s face. He lays himself on Mickey’s shoulder.

“If somebody else could, I wouldn’t even want them, Mick. I want you. I need you.”

“I can’t be that fucking great.”

Ian shakes his head. He’s never heard something so untrue.

“You are. And you’re made just. for. me.”

[heartfullofleeches]

can we get more Fratbro!Darling interaction with creep!yan? it was amazing

They don't belong here.

Why did they even come.

The ice in their cup has melted from the heat of their skin, but the punch's still too strong to drink. With how shakey their hands are, they'd likely spill it if they tried. People are watching them now - probably wondering who let the freak in. They've been in this situation before. Invited to places because it'd be too awkward to invite everyone in the group but them while most of them pray they'll just stay home. Maybe they should have. The whispers are starting again and they're getting closer. Here it comes-

"Oh, hey! There you are! I've been looking for you since I heard you were here. You got a minute?"

Someone pulls them from the obscurity of the crowd - dragging them into the spotlight on wobbly legs. A strong arm holds them steady as the uncomfortable gaze of their peers swallows them, a gentle squeeze to their bicep negating their rising fears.

"This is the person I was telling you guys about - the one that drew that picture you saw on my lockscreen. I'm telling you, Mickey has crazy talent. I'm glad so we met at that gas station a few weeks back... Would you believe they live right across the street?"

It's pretty obvious that nobody really cares, but enthusiasm is an infectious disease. They do their best to answer half-hearted questions and try even harder to smile. It's hard to fake emotions when your attention is elsewhere. Mickey stares at you, arm still locked around their shoulder, like the beacon of light you are. How did you manage to be so different? When you first met they thought you were just another fake. Someone who pretended to be their friend for whatever benefit it gave. You cared. You tried to get them to be more social and showed up at their apartment when they'd be absent for days. You showed genuine interest in their quirky little hobbies and always laughed with them instead of at them. You even wore the crow skull necklace they made for you. It's like you were already dating.

Your grin falters as you look over at your friend, the clacking of their teeth and goosebumps on their skin catching your attention. "Hey, Mick... Everything okay? You're shaking."

Mickey hides their face in the collar of their jacket. "Yeah.... fine. Don't worry about me."

They jump as your palm touches their forehead.

"Nah, dude - you're like really sweaty. I'll walk you home in the morning, but you should lie down for now."

Mickey starts to protest, but as you weave through the crowd, heading for the stairs - their lips are sealed. They always forget you live with this meatheads despite standing beneath your bedroom window every night. Where you taking then to your room? They can feel stares on them even now, but they feel almost... jealous. Mickey likes that feeling. They squeeze your hand tighter - heart stopping as you approach the door with your name taped to it.

Opening the door just a crack, you make sure no one is inside before leading Mickey in. You take their cup as you guide them to the bed. Your bed. They giggle to themselves as you walk away with their cup, pouring its contents down the sink in the bathroom and filling it with fresh water from the tap. You really were the kindest person they've ever met on campus - like any good spouse would be.

"How much did they give you to drink?.... Just drink this water and relax. Remote's in the bottom drawer if you get bored. I'll be back to check on you in a bit. Don't worry about falling asleep I'll just sleep on the floor or the couch."

Mickey blushes as your fingers graze theirs as you past them the cup, and the image of the two of you cuddled up in your bed. They take a few tiny sips before setting the cup on the table.

"T... thank you... I wouldn't mind if you slept with me. It's your bed afterall."

"True, but I wouldn't want you to be comfortable. Relax, we'll talk about it more when I come check on you. Be back in a few!"

Mickey watches as the door closes behind you. They wait for your steps to fade down the stairs, finger on their zipper as they disappear. Mickey unzips and throws off their jacket like it was restricting their air flow. They drop it to the floor along with their shoes as they crawl beneath your blankets - planting their head face deep in your pillows and sheets. They smell just like the conditioner you use. Mickey makes a mental note to raid your bathroom, but there's so much they want to do in such little time.

Your dirty clothes. Your closest. Your dressers. So many places - so little time. What should they do? What should they do- Steal the fragrances you wear so their room always smells like you? Take your toothbrush or a water bottle you've drank from for their first indirect kiss? Steal a shirt or maybe even your underwear to.... now's not the time for that, Mickey - your window of opportunity is getting shorted with every breath.

Mind racing, Mickey decides the best thing to do now is to claim their new territory. Mark your room as theirs just as their entire apartment has been overtaken by pictures of you and the things you've thrown out. They fish through their jeans for their keys - picking the hidden knife discreetly disguised as a key. Having overprotective parents had its perks - such as items of self defense they'd otherwise be put on a list for buying themselves.

They climb out of bed, crouching to the floor. The gap beneath your bed has just enough room for them to wiggle into. Compared to lockers they'd been shoved into it was like a luxury apartment. They lay flat on their back, dragging themselves below the bedframe - knife in hand. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, their hands search for the boards supporting your mattress and drives their knife into the first place plank their nails catch on - drawing the curve of a heart into the wood. Light bleeds into the room as they complete the second arch and angle their blades for the first letter of their initials, followed by startled gasps and halted flirts at the odd sight of feet beneath your bed.

"Is this room already occupied?"

Mickey clutches their key ring tighter.

"This is our room...... IF YOU'RE NOT GONE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS I WILL GOUGE YOUR FUCKING EYES OUT AND FEED THEM TO YOU!"

Mickey shrieks in laughter at the sound of slamming doors and footsteps racing down the hall. They've never raised their voice at anyone like that before. Love is a crazy drug. They carve their initials and yours beneath your bed, slithering from the opening and up onto your bed between the sheets for the best night of sleep they've had since they were young.

[swiftfootedachilles]

5, 12 & 20 for the headcanon tag please :)

5. Does Ian get a tattoo for Mickey? yes definitely! i think he gets an M tattooed on his left ring finger :') especially since hes always losing his ring! i know frank (or more accurately, franks actor) has this tattoo, and its hard to imagine ian doing anything that frank has done, but i just think itd really fitting. i can also see him getting a minimalist tattoo on his wrist/inner foresrm of their wedding label flowers (a calla lily + 2 other flowers i wasn't able to make out. maybe a small carnation or rose and a sprig of eucalyptus? i genuinely cant tell >___<)

12. What’s their lockscreen? mickeys lockscreen is a photo of them taken by vee in a booth at the alibi. his wallpaper is a blurry picture of mandy mid-getting-doused-in-beer by colin while ian and iggy hold her sideways. ians lockscreen is a live photo of something cheesey like mickey grabbing his hand or them kissing. his wallpaper is a family photo from when fiona visited from florida

20. What social medias do they have? damn this is actually so difficult.... ummm..... i think ian has all the main ones. facebook, insta, twitter, tiktok, tumblr, reddit. mickey has insta, perhaps also twitter. mostly uses the former to send reels to people, and he lets ian help him pick out a couple pictures to post every 6 months so mandy knows hes not dead. he likes watching dashcam and car crash videos. he uses the latter to bookmark porn and retweet "funny" videos (usually just people getting hurt or being stupid)

[catgrassplantdad]

hi Jessie! for the Gallavich headcanons, 8, 9, and 12 pls <3

hey jaclyn! 🩵

8. What’s Mickey’s favorite position?

it changes, but lately he's been really into good old fashioned getting bent over and railed from behind. why? who knows. he hasn't really analyzed it. could be because it gives ian the freedom of movement to fuck him so hard and so fast that it turns him absolutely stupid. just a drooling mess, face down, ass up, getting blissfully pounded into until there's not a single thought in his head. but who knows, really! he couldn't say!

9. What’s Ian’s favorite position?

ian's also changes! currently he's deeply appreciating how beautiful mickey looks on top of him, especially when he's sitting up high and grinding his hips reeeeeal slowly. sensual. taking what he wants. heated eye contact. he moves so powerfully but so smoothly and it drives ian so fucking wild to see him like that.

12. What’s their lockscreen?

ian's, somewhat predictably, is a candid from their wedding. mickey's is an unflattering extreme close up of ian eating. eyes half closed, mouth wide open, mid-bite, he looks so fucking dumb. conversely, mickey's could also just be the default that came with the phone lmao. old man.

headcanon questions

[pookiebearmick]

Hi Deck! How about 12, 18 or 41 for the Gallavich headcanons? 😊

oooo these are really good ones hehe

12. What's their lock screen(s)?

I honestly feel like Mickey might just have the default lockscreen for whatever phone he has. I love the headcanons where Mickey is a little technology clueless or just doesn't care enough to be good with technology. It also just gives him a silly little excuse to get Ian to help him. If he has changed his lockscreen, I feel like it's something that he finds edgy, maybe something he drew? Like a little sketch of a skull or knife. I do think that his homescreen is probably a picture of Ian or them on their wedding day, and I think it's in black and white!

Ian definitely changes his lockscreen frequently, maybe even has one that changes pictures every time you activate the lockscreen. I feel like they're definitely all of him and Mickey or just Mickey. If they ended up adopting a cat/dog, they're definitely in the mix too.

18. Did Mickey give bubble baths another chance?

I think so! I think it took some coaxing on Ian's part, maybe getting them a hotel room with a tub that's bigger than the one they have at their apartment or at the Gallagher house. Maybe Ian makes a big spectacle about it because he really wants Mickey to enjoy it and take sometime to relax with him - getting a fancy bubble bath bar from LUSH or maybe even a bath bomb, setting out some ice cold beers for the two of them, playing some indie playlist on their small Bluetooth speaker, maybe giving him a bath handjob to sweeten the deal. I think Mickey def ends up liking baths with Ian, even in the tiny tub of their apartment and even without all of the extras. It's time for just him and his husband to relax together after a long day of work.

41. What's their biggest regret?

I feel like Ian really regrets not seeing Mickey in prison more, even though it's not something he could really change. He wasn't well at the time, but it still makes him feel awful that he didn't go see Mickey more often. I'm sure he probably regrets not going to Mexico, too? But I think that decision would have been really difficult for Ian. He'd miss his family SO much.

Mickey regrets not getting Ian help sooner, not listening to Ian's family when they told him that he needed to go to a clinic when he was having a downswing the first time. I think he really wishes that he was there through Ian finding the right meds to manage his bipolar.

I think as a couple they just wish they had more time together when they were growing up? I feel like they both know that it couldn't have been much different with Terry around, but there's a part of me that feels like Mickey and Ian both wish that they could have been more out in the public with each other when they were younger, going on dates and all.

send me a gallavich headcanon!

[lives-in-midgard]

Going to Disneyland with Chris Headcanon

Masterlist

-Chris knows that you always wanted to go to Disneyland so he surprises you to your one year anniversary.

-He doesn't say where you are going

-Just that you are flying somewhere over the weekend

-At the airport you see that you are flying to Paris and get very excited

-Chris wants to make sure that you have the full disneyland experience.

-Of course he booked the best room in the disney hotel

-The first thing you do at Disneyland is to buy matching mickey mouse ears

-Going to the castle and taking cute pictures together

-Which you immediately take as a new lockscreen on your phone

-Holding hands while walking through the park

-You go to see Mickey Mouse and some other characters

-Eating some fancy snacks

-Going on a few rides

-You are scared of rollercoasters but with Chris by your side it is not as bad as you thought.

-Chris always makes sure you feel save and don't get overwhelmed

-Going to the Avengers campus

-You are eating ice cream when suddenly Captain America walks by

-You take a funny picture from Chris and Captain America

-Making a funny video of Chris and the Avengers were he says "Avengers assemble"

-Chris sends it in the Avengers cast group chat and gets some funny responses

-Having a romantic dinner

-Going to the disney parade

-He buys you a stuffed disney animal and gives it to you as a surprise at the hotel

-You had such a fun and beautiful day together

[nativewhispers]

Mickey & Minnie Snowflake Winter Wonderland Wallpaper Bundle ❄️

[gardenerian]

mickey has the dorkiest but cutest super zoomed in picture of Ian as his lockscreen

ian asks to borrow mickey's phone only to find this face staring back at him:

[lingy910y]

Hiiii! 12 and 45 for the Gallavich headcanons please ☺️

hi keely! 🙋‍♀️

12. what are their lockscreens?

i personally think lockscreens say more abt someone than anything else ever. ian’s is a sunset. he likes looking at it when he wakes up for his 5 am jog and getting motivated each time. it’s a fresh start, a new day. mickey dgaf what his lockscreen was when he first got his phone, but when ian made a really goofy face one time he can’t help but take a picture. ian would be like ??? and nag him to show him, but mickey wouldn’t let go. he sees it the next day ofc

45. what are their favorite disney movies?

i haven’t watched much disney movies, so tell me pixar counts. ian’s is inside out bc i think he can prob see elements of bipolar reflected in it? and mickey’s is emperor’s new groove bc he thinks it’s funny

questions about gallavich headcanons

[p-spidey]

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[shellyswirlz]

What are your Shroomy headcannons?

Ok ok ok so hear me out on all of these!

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Shroomy most definitely would like watching the old silly whimsical cartoons like Mickey Mouse or Looney Tunes.. I could see him turning the cartoons on for the kids, but also watching them cause he really loves them as well.

Human Shroomy would have freckles and be a red head! Also he'd probably wear multiple bandages to show that he has got hurt.. Especially after the bear incident..

Shroomy probably still sleeps with plushies. Not only am I saying this cause he had a plushie in his room in "Mario's Valentine's Advice" but also cause he seems like the type of guy to own several plushies as a grown adult and sleep with them.

I headcanon him as autistic. I could see him owning a little rainbow infinity symbol keychain. It'd probably fit better as a badge, but being autistic isn't really an accomplishment.. It's something you kinda struggle with, but it's also what makes you you! I feel he'd have the keychain because he wants people to know that he's autistic.

Remember how he has a cat..? They don't ever show up again but he definitely has a cat... I'm thinking he used to have a cat but he leaves the pictures up cause he really misses them. He's also not extremely phased over his cat's death because obviously he's a really positive guy. I'm also picturing his cat's name to be something campfire related. I think that'd be really cute. Like Smoky or something.... Maybe he named his cat after Smokavich?

Him and Rob are definitely the holiday duo. I mean listen... they're always next to eachother in holiday specials. They probably love talking about their favorite holiday traditions, what food they eat on Christmas/Thanksgiving/New Years, etc. Betting you they also had matching Halloween outfits one year that'd be really wholesome. I could kinda see them going with a "The Wizard Of Oz" outfit theme. Rob as the scarecrow obviously, and maybe Shroomy dressed up as the wicked witch. Cause I could see him wanting to try being scary but also keep his silliness.

Shroomy probably owns a mug that says "Nature is my home".

...AKA this mug:

Shroomy has a phone but barely uses it because he's not chronically online. He only uses it to call his friends and family. He probably has his aunt and uncle as contacts on his phone, but his uncle probably deleted Shroomy's contact meanwhile Shroomy is still trying to get his attention. He's thinking maybe "oh uncle Doom is probably only ignoring me a little bit! Nothing too big!" but no he deleted his contact without telling him... I'd also love to think that Shroomy gave his aunt and uncle silly little emojis next to their names.

Shroomy loves all food, but is smart enough to know when to stop eating certain foods. I got this headcanon idea from the fact he always seems so joyous when eating food and literally lived in the Luncheon Kingdom at one point iirc..... He's just like me fr fr!

Shroomy's absolute favorite show of all time is "Camp Camp", and his favorite character is David (obviously)! He's singing the lyrics to the theme song and is sometimes quoting David. He's also trying to get Karen into the show because he thinks she'd relate to Gwen.

Shroomy's phone homescreen would definitely be of a camp, meanwhile his lockscreen would probably be of him and Smokavich with a symbol representing the scouts in the background.

Shroomy, Karen, Bob, and Hal Monitor are always matching profile pictures because Shroomy thinks it's fun and silly. Shroomy made them do it..,, He didn't force them but he really wanted them to match with him!

Shroomy owns a swear jar (I think that'll be really funny)...

Shroomy most definitely watches Wander Over Yonder... Like I'm sorry but Wander is way too much like Shroomy.., it's so silly..! /pos

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Well that's it!!! I'm really bad at coming up with headcanons but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! :D jsjzjxjxjx.,,

[phantomraeken]

I wanna explain my lockscreens

I have Mickey and Ian cause me and my bf have agreed that thats "so us"

I have Scott and Kira cause.. Me and my gf..

I SWEAR THERES A METHOD TO YHE MADNESS

[punksarahreese]

hii may we have some ava and vivi headcanons please 🥺

Yes 🥺 I split them based on which AU they’re from specifically

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Murmur

Vivi’s favourite colour is green and she takes that very seriously

Everything that can be green is

Water bottle? Green. Pill organizer? Green. Winnie’s service dog vest? Green with as many green patches as her mums could find

Ava let her pick out her “big girl bedding” when she moved from the toddler bed to a twin and of course Vivi picked a sage green flowery one

It’s pretty nice in Ava’s mind cuz she always knows what colour to pick for her daughter when it comes to anything

And her phone lockscreen is a picture of Sarah and Vivi at Disney both wearing green Mickey ears (Viv’s are princess Tiana themed <3)

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Vivi was a fussy baby when it came to nap time

It was hard when she couldn’t breathe properly laying down and her nebulizer was too loud or she was in pain

During the worst of it the one thing that helped calm her down was Ava’s fish

Ava would hold her and stand in front of her big fish tank, swaying slightly as the both watched the fish swim around

And that’s why Vivi grew up with such a fascination with fish

So for her 4th birthday (and every birthday after that) she asked to go to the aquarium with her mums

The sharks are her favourite but she likes the jellyfish tunnels too cuz all the glowing lights

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Crosshairs

Ava hates leaving for long cases because she knows her daughter doesn’t like change

She loves her job but she knows how hard it is on both of them

She always tries to take at least one weekend a month off

And they spend the time doing whatever Vivi wants

Most times she just wants to spend time playing with her mum there

Sometimes they meet auntie Penny and Sarah for lunch or a fun adventure

But usually Vivienne is content just cuddling with her mother and feeling safe with her finally home

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Borderline

Ava was diagnosed with BPD soon after Vivi was born

It was a really hard thing to accept especially with the stress of being a mother and a surgeon

It made sense of course but it also caused her to confront a lot of her trauma and symptoms she tried so hard to ignore

And it explained way too many things Ava had been afraid to admit

The way Vivi became her entire world and the reason for her happiness

How she would swear she heard sounds that weren’t there or saw bugs crawling over her baby when there wasn’t one in sight

How she isolated herself from everyone and struggled to maintain simple relationships

Ava never wanted to admit she needed help but she knew enough about her disorder to see how it could affect Vivi

So she agreed to meet a psychiatrist every week

The first month or so she brought her daughter along

She had trouble trusting anyone else to watch her

But really it was clear that she needed her baby in her eyesight to keep her calm

That proved to be something her therapist had concerns about

Ava had to learn to let Vivi go and play and be her own little person sooner or later

Ava had work and Vivi would be fine in the hospital daycare

But it was so hard and it kept her up at night

Vivienne was HER baby, what if something happened at daycare or what or Vivi started to prefer the care staff more than her

It sounded so silly but it’s all her brain could think of

The last thing she wanted was for a split or episode to hurt her daughter though or hurt her career

So Ava agreed to take quetiapine (even though she insisted she DID NOT need antipsychotics)

And she kept going to therapy despite her hating talking about what she tried so desperate to hide from the world

But she did it for Vivi more than anything

She would put herself through any treatment if it meant her daughter would grow up in a loving and non-abusive environment

It’s what Ava had needed more than anything growing up and what she never got

And she made it clear she would never put Vivi through anything like that ever