I would like to take a moment to send a huge thank you to everyone who participated of the Gallavich Week 2016. We weren’t many, but the works done were fantastic. I’m very proud of what we accomplished and I look forward to seeing you all again next year, as I have no plans of ending GW in the foreseeable future. GW is my baby and I can’t thank you enough for taking an interest and putting such hard work in producing all this great new content.
I would also like to thank the people who liked/reblogged the Tumblr posts, liked/RTed the tweets and left kudos/comments on AO3 –> each of this gestures impacts on the artist/writer immensely and encourages us to keep on producing fanwork.
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“Oh! Look, horses! How about horses, Mick?” Ian threw the pamphlet at Mickey’s face.
Mickey groaned, pulling the covers over his head. “What about them?”
Ian rolled his eyes and got up from the little table in their hotel room, abandoning their demolished room service breakfast. He climbed on top of Mickey and pulled the covers away.
“Riding on the beach. Doesn’t that sound like fun? You can pick sunrise or sunset,” he explained.
“Now why the hell would I want to do that? Huh?” Mickey rubbed at his eyes.
Ian got that look in his eyes that he’d been getting for three days now. He leaned in and kissed Mickey. “Because it’s our honeymoon.” He kissed him again.
Mickey couldn’t help but grin. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked when Ian got all sappy about them. Now that they were married it was happening all the time. “Doesn’t that mean we’re supposed to stay in bed?”
Ian whined, “C'mon Mickey. We’ve gotta get out. I want to show off my husband,” he kissed at Mickey’s neck until he moaned. “It’s all paid for and they can even teach riding without a saddle.”
Mickey perked up, eyebrows going into his messy hair. “Bareback, hm?”
“No, Mickey, I didn’t– Arrg!”
Mickey had flipped them so he was straddling Ian’s hips. He pinned his arms and ground his ass into his crotch. Ian groaned, struggling to touch him. Mickey attacked his lips, breaching them with his tongue. He found his left hand and felt the warm metal band that meant they could have this forever. He eventually let go of Ian’s arms so he could feel his hands on him, then leaned up again.
“You wanna ride horses or you want me to ride you?” Mickey asked, slowly teasing each of his husband’s nipples until he was panting and squirming.
Ian licked his lips, watching as Mickey didn’t even wait for his answer before he was reaching back to open himself with slick fingers. It didn’t take long after last night.
“Mmh, fuck, Mick. The second one. Definitely.” He bucked his hips so Mickey rocked forward slightly, brushing their cocks together.
Prompt: I just love Ukrainian!Mickey and jealous!Ian so much!! Can you write something where Ian doesn’t even know Mickey speaks Ukrainian until he runs into a long-lost Ukrainian friend slash ex crime partner. Mickey takes him and let him use his and Ian’s place as a hideout. Of coz Ian gets insanely jealous with this hot guy hogging Mickey.
“Come to daddy,” Ian moaned, licking his lips. He was almost whimpering at the sight in front of him. Hot and glistening and dripping. His mouth was starting to water in anticipation. He brought it to his mouth and groaned around it. His eyes fluttered open and caught Mickey’s.
Mickey looked back at him with an eyebrow raised.
“What?” Ian asked with his mouth full.
“Should I give you two some fucking alone time?” Mickey had his own slice of pizza frozen in front of his face.
Ian finished chewing and chuckled, licking the grease from his lips. “You could join us,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
Mickey rolled his eyes but grinned. “I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself,” Ian shrugged.
Mickey sat eating his pizza, trying very hard to ignore Ian until he was slamming his hands on the table with his head back.
“Yes! Yes! Ugghh! Yeah!”
Mandy chose that exact moment to stroll through and steal a slice. “I’ll have what he’s having.”
If anyone sees me wearing sunglasses and staring at my phone for an ungodly amount of time its probably because I am reading a fanfiction that is literally ripping my heart out and hiding the tears behind the sunglasses.
what she means:what savage decided to only put seasons 1-4 of the american shameless on netflix like what the hell was season five really such a stretch just put it up already this is barbaric i need answers and i need them in high definition no don't argue with me