#Gallavich Christmas

[gallavichgeek]

Through the Year

Chapter 12: December

Summary:

Christmas is in the air, Hope is growing way too fast and a surprise leads to Ian and Mickey receiving a Christmas gift to trump all Christmas gifts.

This fic is now complete.

Read it here or start from the start here.

[gallavichismyjam]

The noise is deafening as they enter the Gallagher house on Christmas morning, Ian immediately depositing himself on the couch and handing gifts out to his siblings, Freddie, Franny and Tami. Mickey bypassed the whole scene and headed straight to the kitchen where there was a hot pot of coffee with his name on it. This was way too fucking early for him. Ian had woken him excitedly at 7am, insisting that they open their presents so they could get ready to come over here. As much as he grumbled at the early start, he loved seeing his husband happy, so sue him. Mickey walked back into the living room with 2 mugs of coffee and handed one to Ian. You could hardly see the carpet for wrapping paper everywhere, and the 2 youngest members of the family were playing happily with a musical instrument set Santa had brought. From the look on Lip’s face as he yawned and rubbed his eyes, Mickey had a feeling that the mini drum set and tambourine might find themselves in the garbage before too long. Liam was excitedly opening a new Star Wars game that he and Ian had got him and it made Mickey smile to see him acting like a real kid for a change, he had way too much to worry about for an 11 year old. “Woah this is awesome, thanks guys!” Liam jumped up and gave his big brother a huge hug, followed by hugging Mickey round the waist before running to the tv to put the game on. “Been waiting so long to play this! Who’s gonna play with me, it’s 2 player?” Lip slapped both his knees before standing up and giving Liam a tired smile. “Sorry bud, gotta get a start made on lunch, that veg won’t peel itself!” he replied as he wandered into the kitchen, ruffling his little brother’s head on the way. Liam looked a bit downcast but immediately turned to face Ian and Carl, however Ian had been roped into colouring with Franny and gave Liam an apologetic smile . “Maybe a bit later Liam?” “Yeah, sure” he mumbled back. Liam glanced at Carl however decided not to bother trying to interrupt him; he was clearly engrossed in messaging whichever girl he was in love with this week. Liam turned back to the tv ready to play alone when he heard Mickey pipe up. “Ay Liam, sling me one of those controllers will ya? Anything to drown out the noise of that fuckin’ tambourine” as he threw himself down on the couch next to his husband, who was beaming at him whilst being hit on the arm by Franny for colouring over the lines. Liam grinned at Mickey as he passed him a controller, then sat on the floor next to him. ********************* They all sat round the extended table in the living room, having shoved one of the couches to the side. Someone had got a Christmas playlist up and Mariah was currently telling everyone how all she wants for Christmas is you; people were talking loudly across the table at each other and Liam was pretty sure Debbie and her girlfriend were arguing at the other end. “Hey Lip, can you pass me the carrots?” Liam tried, however Lip clearly couldn’t hear him over Freddie wailing in Tami’s arms next to him. “Hey Carl, can you just pass the carrots down?” he tried again, but Carl was busy cutting Franny’s food up for her whilst she regaled him with the story of how she got in trouble at school for punching a bully. Liam decided he didn’t really want carrots anyway as his brother-in-law appeared at his side, spooning the veg onto his plate. “Yo man, this enough? Don’t know how you can eat this nasty shit anyway. Want some more stuffing? Know you inhale that like a motherfucker” Liam nodded and smiled up at Mickey, who threw him a wink and a grin before he sat back down next to Ian. Ian, who was gazing at his husband like he hung the stars and moon. He saw Ian give Mickey a kiss on the cheek and whisper something into his ear, causing his cheeks to redden. Ian looked up and caught Liam’s eye, smiling at his little brother as he dug into his carrots.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

First time making gingerbread men.

[darthvaders-wife]

❄❤🎄Merry Christmas!🎄❤❄

[ian-galagher]

Three fucking weeks.

Three weeks of being lost in the thicket. Three weeks of thorns in his skin and mud soaked clothes. Three weeks of lights in the corner of his eye that always vanished without a trace when he so much as turned his head.

Twenty-one days of thinking he was going fucking insane.

A frustrated growl slipped through Mickey's lips.

Enough was enough.

"Where are y- … fuck, man, I don't even know your stupid name."

He barely had any time to register the gentle breath ghosting over the shell of his ear.

"That's because you never asked."

--- and if you wind up in the dark again (just turn and call my name)

story by Nosho @creepkinginc

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

debbie gallagher definitely fell victim to the stanley cup epidemic- she has two, but she also bought franny and ian both one for christmas. mickey criticizes it because he heard they were stupid yuppie cups and debbie gets defensive and it’s a whole lovely thing<3

[sweetperversiongirl]

Merry Christmas to everyone. I wish every member of this magnificent fandom happiness, health and peaceful skies above their heads. May every author and artist never leave the Muse. Keep creating, my dears, because everything you do is so beautiful!

[mmmichyyy]

one phone call

a spiritual companion piece to chapter four of balancing on the ledge - what if they kept in touch when mickey was in mexico?

“Gallagher.”

Ian sits up straight in his bed. Rubs the sleep from his eyes and blinks at his surroundings, adjusting his vision in the dark. A crumpled pack of Marlboros on the nightstand, surrounded by knocked over orange bottles of pills. A lone sock on the floor, from his missed aim at the hamper. A crack of light peeking into his room, reflecting off the snow falling outside the window.

“Gallagher,” the voice over the phone repeats, tinny and far away. “Are you there.”

It's real, he thinks, pinching his arm. This isn't a dream.

“Mickey,” Ian whispers.

A sigh on the other end of the line.

“Hey.”

“Where are you?” Ian asks faintly.

“Can't tell you.” Sounds of a chair shuffling against the floor in the background. Glasses clinking. Muffled voices. A bar, maybe. “I’m alive, though.”

Relief floods his entire body. It's been a while since he heard from Mickey, maybe a couple weeks since he's received a text from an unknown number. Usually it's just a short message, nothing revealing, nothing profound, but every time his phone chimes his heart starts racing in anticipation to seeing Mickey's name on his screen.

Well, not Mickey exactly. Just M or a string of random numbers. Can't be too careful.

“That's good,” Ian manages to say. “I'm glad.”

A moment of silence. A million questions and thoughts run through Ian's head. How are you? What kind of jobs are you doing down there? Are you safe? Tell me you're okay. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

But he doesn't. Can't get the words out.

“Jesus Gallagher, did you fall asleep on me?”

“No,” Ian says quickly. “No, I'm just… I'm just surprised you called, that's all.”

“Thought you wanted me to call.”

“I do, Mick.” Ian lets out a deep breath. “But I don't want you to get caught.”

“It's fine. I'm using a new burner.” A pause. “I wanted to hear your voice.”

The slight slurring in Mickey's voice makes Ian go still.

“Are you drunk?”

A huff. “Can't get drunk anymore. My tolerance has gone way up since I got here.”

“Mickey.”

“Gallagher.” Ian can practically hear Mickey's eyes rolling from miles away. “I'm fine, okay? Fuck, I don't even know why I called. I knew you didn't give a fuck about–”

“Don't do that,” Ian cuts him off quietly. “Please, Mick. Don't push me away. I need–” Sighs. “I need to know you're okay.”

“So you can clear your conscience?” Mickey spits out. “So you don't feel guilty for leaving me at the border?”

“You don't think I feel guilty about it every single day?” Ian practically yells. “I do. I think about it all the time. How I could be in Mex– there for you, taking care of you, building our future together. How we could be happy together. But I couldn't come with you. I couldn't drag you down with my shit. If you got caught because of me, I don't think I can live with myself.”

The line on the other end goes quiet. A minute goes by, then another, long enough for Ian’s nerves to shake. Then–

“I don't have a future, Ian,” Mickey finally says, quiet and soft. “This is it for me. This is my life. I'm going to be here for a long time.”

“The heat is going to die down eventually,” Ian whispers. “The charges are bullshit anyway. Everything's going to work out. I promise.”

A small laugh. “You promise, huh.”

Ian has no idea what's going to happen or what the future holds. But what he does know is that this isn't the end of his and Mickey's story together. One day, whenever it may be, he's going to see Mickey again. And when he does, he's never going to let go ever again.

“I promise.”

A flick of a lighter on the other end. Then, a deep exhale.

“I gotta go.”

Ian's heart lurches.

“Promise me you'll stay in touch. You don't have to call, but just text me from time to time and let me know you're okay.” A lump forms in his throat. “Please, Mick.”

Another deep sigh. But–

“Okay,” Ian hears, and the world aligns itself once again. “I promise.”

The snow continues to fall outside, covering the entire neighbourhood with a blanket of frost. Ian wonders what the weather is like where Mickey is. Warm, he hopes.

“Merry Christmas, Mickey.”

“Merry Christmas, Gallagher.”

[artbyaleksandr]

🍅🥬✨Merry Christmas🎁🌸🎄

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Santa Comes Early 🔥🎄

Rating: Explicit Word-Count: 3,300 words Additional Tags: holiday crack smut, human mickey, magic ian, bearded ian, light corruption kink, frottage, barebacking, santa slander, i had a fever-dream about this and now it’s your problem - merry christmas

Summary: Late Christmas Eve night, Mickey wakes to find a stranger in his living room. What follows can only be described as holiday magic. Or maybe a fever dream.

Because Mickey didn’t know Santa Claus had a son. A son who’s not only extremely handsome, but who just so happened to make a special trip to Mickey’s house, without his father knowing about it. So really, how can Mickey not fuck him?

[ read on archive of our own ]

[crestfallercanyon]

Fic: all the time in the world

Fandom: Shameless (US) 

Length: 2776

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed  

Warnings: no archive warnings apply

Relationship: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Non Sexual Intimacy, Kissing, Falling in Love

Summary:

Somewhere between asleep and awake, Mickey can’t help but be a little too honest about what he wants.

Read here on ao3. For my profile, go here.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

The First Day of Gallavich Fix-It Christmas is here!

Chapter 1 :: I was still on my way [10x10]

Mickey turned to look at him, blue eyes open wide. Ian broke eye contact for a second to slip the chain he was wearing over his head. Both of their rings made little twinkling sounds where they slid together on the thin metal chain.

Holding the smaller silver ring up, Ian leaned in and spoke quietly. “Will you -”

“Yeah,” Mickey breathed, before Ian could even get the question out “‘course.”

“Yeah?” Ian grinned, clumsily reaching for Mickey’s hand and sliding the ring up and over the inky ‘U’ on his left hand. 

12 days was a little daunting, so I decided to write 6 chapters, 6 days, 6 conversations that happened - or should have happened in seasons 10 and 11, and a little peak into post-canon

(I know what you're thinking, a sgtmickeyslaughter fic with no art? dont worry, havent had time to draw the chapter title cards yet, but i'm going to draw for the whole plane ride on saturday so that should give me some time)

[ryantryinx]

Today Ian is certainly buzzing around the apartment in Christmas Mode. Being married and having a new generation of Gallagher’s on the rise he wants to do holidays right.

Mickey pretends to feign indifference until something is hung a little crooked. He gets off the couch ‘ Let me fuckin’ do it ‘. Climbs their step ladder to adjust the star on top of the Christmas tree to make it straight. The holidays having never been good for the shorter man, he couldn’t deny he looked forward to making some decent memories this year.

He knew he could always bribe his niece and nephew now to behave in the name of Santa’s gifts.

[darthvaders-wife]

Merry Christmas, guys🎄 Happy holidays!✨💝🎁

[ms-moonlight-inn]

5 Fandoms, 5 'Ships

Tagged by the talented @energievie to do this one. Vie, the can of worms you've just opened.

Let's go...

🛥️🛥️🛥️(get it, ships) lol

1) Jack & Sally (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

That's right, y'all the Pumpkin King himself and Sally the Ragdoll. If ever there were two more perfectly combined characters, these two are it. The arrogance of Jack, and the meekness of Sally –both seeking to break away from their circumstances. By the end of the movie they both have grown. Jack learns to be proud of who he is; Sally learns to speak her mind and be brave. And they do it all said to music!

2) Sgt. Milton Warden/Karen Holmes (From Here to Eternity)

I will never shut up about these two. Their love story is the epitome of hurt/no comfort, but in the best way ever. The story is set in World War II, in the weeks before Pearl Harbor. Not only do you have soulmates who have met each other at the most inconvenient possible time in their lives, But Karen comes from such a tragic backstory that you just have to wonder how she survived as much as she did. And the best part about this fucking movie, is that there is an additional side ship to swoon over. If you love tragic love stories, this is the movie for you.

3) Ian/ Mickey (Shameless)

Jesus, what can I say about these two that I haven't already said. I mean, I've written for these two more than I have anybody else and I think that's always going to be true. Gallavich has my whole heart. Period.

4) Prince Henry & Alex Díaz (RWRB)

Holy crap the first time I read this book, and the second time, and the third time... I can't even tell you how many times I read this book. And then when the movie came out? Mmm mmm mmm. Gay heaven, I tell you. Fun fact: the very first piece of fanfiction I ever wrote was for firstprince. Crazy, right? The absolute stupidity and assholeness of Alex, coupled with Henry's tendency to keep his feelings close to the chest makes for an explosive combination.

5) Catwin or Payneland (Dead Boy Detectives)

Ok, this is a new one for me, so I'm still exploring the dynamics. Right now I'm leaning towards a Cat King/Edwin as the OTP. Why? Oh man, I just don't have the bandwidth to put all my thoughts on paper, but it just seems to make sense to me. Especially when I saw that scene with the white lily.

Also, Edwin's friendship with Charles would be that much more special & important™ if he they are "best mates." Queer platonic friendships (or queer/het platonic friendships) are rarely shown in media, it'd be kinda nice see that.

🛥️🛥️🛥️

There are, of course, so many more 'ships I've shipped. So many beautiful love stories out there. But I'm sticking to talking about these 5 today. ☺️

Tagging, with no pressure to play, @stillbeatingheart @notherenewjersey @glitteryolks @wildxwired & anyone else who wants to play.

[deathclassic]

I like em’ sweet

mickey also likes GINGERbread

GALLACRAFTS || THEME 15 @gallacrafts

don’t ask why i decided to draw a christmas drawing in october bc i dont know either