gallavich*

THANK YOU

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.

If you missed anything or want to see it again, here are the links for

Day 1 - Sexy Times

Day 2 - Angst

Day 3 - Alternate S5 Ending

Day 4 - Busting Out

Day 5 - Different Encounters

Day 6 - Gallavich as Parents

Day 7 - Reunions

ALL WORKS

Our AO3 community is here.

And now, I want to thank one by one the people who participated and dedicated time and energy to produce such incredible content for us:

@aridayagrande

@jewelisshippingtrash

@koganphrancis

@livefortoday-dreamforever

@loftec

@mysticallygallavich

@romanticalgirl

@thestyleofsecrecy

@thevioletjones

@wellimhavinga3outof10day

@zankivich

mickeymouseno1 and ObsidianQuill on AO3 (who don’t have Tumblr accounts) and the anonymous writer as well.

I don’t normally promote my personal blog here, but it would be super awkward for me to thank myself and, since I also participated, here it is.

Again, thank you and I’ll see you next year (or in the end of this year in the Gift Exchange ;) ).  

anonymous asked:

Bareback // gallavich

“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.

Mickey grinned, “Good choice.”

I Still Get Jealous

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2a59C5s

by hopelessandweak

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.

Words: 1995, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Prompts



read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2a59C5s
archiveofourown.org
Burying The Past - Bex90 - Shameless (US) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shameless (US), gallavich - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Characters: Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Fiona Gallagher, Iggy Milkovich
Additional Tags: Gallavich Week 2016, GW2016, triggered!mickey, protective!Ian, Minor Character Death
Summary:

Mickey and Ian are living happily out of Chicago.

One night Mickey receives a text message that brings up old demons. Suddenly the tables are turned and Ian has to be the strong one.

Can Ian be there for Mickey in his time of need, in the same way Mickey’s always there for him?

anonymous asked:

Gallavich - Daddy :p

“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.”

Mickey palmed his face.