#gallavich fan fiction

[suzy-queued]

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Coming Attraction

An overnight shift at the movie theater forces Mickey and Ian to face their long-standing feud. Read the story here

@gallavichthings

[lupeloto]

"i can live without you, i just don't want to" one-shot

so i made a post here about one of my fav tropey prompts:

"I can live without you, I just don't want to." so i wrote a mickey and ian post reunion in 9x06 drabble about it! (it includes artist!mickey because he is everything to me)

Ian’s hand lingers on Mickey’s cheek, his gaze fixated on studying the sight before him; Mickey. He finds it nearly impossible to wrap his head around. Mickey was right there, laying under him, a soft closed-mouth smile spread across his face, piercing blue eyes staring back at him, the light dusting of freckles that covered his face. The ones Ian missed so goddamn much. Mickey lets his stare linger for a while, giving him time to process before bringing his hand to cup the back of Ian’s neck, guiding their lips together. 

They lay on the bottom bunk together, shortly before lights out, Mickey sitting between Ian’s legs with his back leaning against Ian’s chest, doodling on a piece of paper. Neither has spoken much in the past half hour, not too interested in talking, more so just basking in each other’s company. That silence had always been one Ian enjoyed. It was always a comfortable silence when he was with Mickey, a warm one that blanketed the room rather than making it tense. Fuck, he missed him. With that, Ian leans down, pressing his nose deep into the tuft of messy black hair on Mickey’s head and inhaling deeply. He wasn’t subtle about it either, a loud, breathy noise accompanying it, one that caused Mickey to chuckle lightly.

“What the fuck you sniffin’ me for, ya weirdo?” Mickey questioned, turning his head slightly to look back at Ian.

“Just missed you…your smell,” Ian says, realizing it came out slightly creepy after catching a glimpse of Mickey’s raised eyebrows, “Okay I went so long without this, just let me have this.” He jokes, pressing a quick peck to the top of Mickey’s head as he turns back around, getting situated between Ian’s legs.

“Okay, creep. Fuckin’ sniff away I guess,” Mickey returns to his drawing.

“Just couldn’t live without me, huh?” Mickey asks, a smug grin plastered on his face, pretending to be focused on his sketching

Ian sighs dramatically, “Yeah that’s it,” he jokes, rolling his eyes, lifting his head up slightly to steal a glance at Mickey’s drawing. 

He yanks it close to his chest in response, “No peeking, asshole,” Mickey scoffs. 

Ian rolls his eyes and leans his head back against the wall, his smile quickly fading, “That’s what fucking sucks the most,” he says, eyes fixated on the blank wall before them.

Mickey turns his head slightly, not completely facing Ian, rather a gesture to say What the fuck are you talking about?

“I could live without you, I had to live without you,” Ian references Mickey’s earlier comment, “But fuck, I don’t ever want to. Not ever again.” Ian’s gaze doesn’t break from the wall until he feels Mickey’s hand grip his thigh.

Mickey has almost completely turned around to face Ian, situated between his legs with his own crossed. His hand comes up to cradle Ian’s cheek with such a delicacy that he barely feels his skin, just the dusting of stubble that covered his cheeks and jaw. Ian’s eyes have shifted down, staring at his lap.

“Hey,” Mickey caresses his cheek with his thumb as Ian’s eyes finally meet his, “You won’t have to again. Okay? Promise…you fucking soft bitch.”

His stare lingers for a while on Ian’s eyes, he missed the feeling of getting lost in those soft green eyes. The ones that have pulled him out of so much shit, the ones that can instantly ground him with just one look. He brings their lips together aggressively, their mouth smashing into one another.  Once they pull away, Ian manages to catch a glimpse of Mickey’s drawing, immediately softening at the sight. An incomplete outline of Ian’s side profile filled the page. Some areas were clearer than others, but Ian noticed Mickey had started on his freckles, sending a wave of warmth through his body.

Mickey notices what Ian was looking at, turning to him with a smug smile.

“And I’m the ‘soft fucking bitch’, huh?” Ian teases.

“Fuck off,” Mickey’s eyes roll to the back of his head, preparing to spit another sarcastic comment before Ian yanks him back in for another starved kiss.

[em-harlsnow]

new fanfic!!!

so this is a 1920s AU set if Ian and Mickey operated in enemy gangs, I got the idea from the Peaky Blinders but it has like no correlation, no need to watch it to know what's going on :)

here's a snippet:

“What did you come ‘ere for then?” Ian tilts his head, slight smile playing up on his features. 

“Ginger cock, mostly.” Is the blunt response that follows. Ian can’t help but laugh at Mickey’s vulgarity.

“Don’t fancy the person attached to it at all?” 

“He’s alright.” Mickey drawls as his voice turns fond. 

They tend to stay away from talk of what they do outside of this house, but Ian wants to bring it up. He knows Mickey wants out. He also knows how to get him out and they’ve spoken about it before. About Mickey betraying Terry, helping the Gallaghers to kill him off so that they can be free to do what they please. Mickey can keep dealing, if he wants. He could also join Ian. He could merge the two gangs. The last conversation ended in an argument, though. I ain’t fuckin’ disloyal, Gallagher. I’m not betraying family.

Here's the link:

I might end up doing more chapters if you guys like it.

I hope you enjoy <3

[mzshko]

Mickey Milkovich works behind the scenes as a production manager on a trashy reality show in Hollywood. Ian Gallagher, an associate PM, has been hired to help.

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So proud to post this beautiful art created for me by the amazing talent that is Suzy-Queued for my reality TV AU Going Off-Script.

Please enjoy!

[palepinkgoat]

The Ink is a Witness to This Chapter 2: Ribs Ian returns. Mickey finds evidence of his absence. read from beginning

[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.

[jrooc]

Chapter 9 of ❤️‍🔥 In My Veins Like Lightning ⚡️ is here.

The Bike Boys are in for a bumpy ride. Mickey races again, Iggy is in town and some trouble brews. Read Ch 9 Now. 🚴🏻‍♂️

Or start from the beginning

Summary:

Ian lives in Toronto with Lip, having relocated to open a Canadian branch of the company. Mickey, a pro cyclist, moved to Toronto as an escape from his life. Their paths cross almost literally as they run into each other. However, what happens next hinges on whether either can overcome their traumatic pasts.

Rating: E

[silvanshadow]

For this week's @galladrabbles I stepped a bit into the fantasy genre with @sickness-health-all-that-shit 's prompt of Universe:

The Eye of the Universe

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She’s called The Eye of the Universe. She sees all the what-could-have-beens.

Ian saved up an entire year for her fee.

He stands across the counter from a startingly average woman, “How exactly does this work?”

She traces patterns on a sheet of mirrored glass. “Touch the glass and tell me what you wish to know.”

Ian exhales while placing his palm on the strange rippling surface, “I need to know what would’ve happened if we hadn’t been caught.”

On the glass a naked Mickey pads towards Ian in the Milkovich living room.

Their future paths fracture like cracked ice.

[callivich]

Chapter 3: Welcome to Liberty

It only took a week after Mickey’s escape for the adrenaline rush to wear off. Once he got past the enormity of his decision and it had finally sunk in just what he had done, he found himself mostly bored and lonely.

Or start from the beginning.

[redwiccanrobin]

In which changes are happening.

Start at the beginning.

[suzy-queued]

Movies

Thanks for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, @mmmichyyy!

Previously, on No Sleep 'Til Nashville … they've kissed, they've flirted, and now Ian wants to know if Mickey is still going through with this wedding plan. ---

Mickey sat too far away on the motel bed. “Why wouldn’t I go? Keith is my boyfriend. We live together.”

“How’s that gonna work out once the newlyweds get home?”

“I still want to go.”

This wasn’t right, goddammit. In the movies, a kiss leads to a romantic finale, not this stubborn insistence to stay on course.

Ian grasped at one last hope. “To win Keith back?”

Mickey inched closer. He held Ian’s chin. Broke into a smile. “To show him what a big mistake he made.”

This time, the kiss was only about the two of them. Fuckin’ finally.

[lupeloto]

mickey birthday ficlet🥳

i wrote a little drabble about mickey’s birthday morning in the gallagher-milkovich household. it’s quick and maybe slightly ooc bc fuck it we hall but yes here you go!

The Sun is peaking through the light gray curtains draped across their bedroom window. Ian stands in the doorway, mesmerized by the way it shines against his husband's pale skin, the brightness making his long eyelashes flutter slightly. He had planned to let Mickey sleep in on his special day, but it had been a couple hours and Ian had already made breakfast, so he decides to wake him up in an extra special way.

However, he finds himself paralyzed in that position, admiring the beauty of the curves in his toned arms, the stubble scattered across his face, the light dusting of freckles that Mickey never even really noticed he had before Ian started doting on them.

"Fuck you starin' at, Gallagher?," Mickey opens one eye slightly, not moving from his position on the bed.

A smile spreads across Ian's face, "Oh nothing, just a very special person on his very special day..." Ian know he sounds corny, but he doesn't care, besides, he knows Mickey loves it.

"Huh?" Mickey question, rubbing his eyes and turning over on his back.

Ian makes his way over to the bed, placing his legs on each side of Mickey's waist, straddling him. He reaches his hand down every so slightly beneath the waistband oh his boxers, "Happy Birthday," he says with an endearing grin that Mickey can't help but respond to with an even wider one.

At that, Ian pops up, "Alright, come on, I made breakfast." He reaches his hand out for Mickey, a smug smile spread across his face.

"You fuckin' tease." Mickey scoffs, placing his hand in Ian's and letting his husband yank him up.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Ian asks, as if he doesn't already have a whole day planned, knowing Mickey would try to brush off the day as if it's just like any other one.

"Dunno, man, kinda forgot about it anyway," Mickey shrugs, hesitating before continuing, "Didn't really do that stuff growin' up. Most I got on my birthday was a comment from Terry about how glad he is that I'm another year closer to getting out of his way and some little homemade gift from Mandy most years."

Ian yanks him closer, one hand on his hips and another cupping the back of his head, scanning his face with slightly sad eyes. He attempted to maintain a neutral expression, but he isn't exactly known for "playing it cool."

"What?" Mickey spits, "Don't gimme that pity shit, man," he shakes his head, looking down and attempting to pull away. Ian, however, strengthens his grip and brings him back,

"I'm not pitying you, Mick. I'm just happy that I've got you now, that's all. You haven't lived till you've had Ian Gallagher's special birthday breakfast, that's all I'm sayin." He shrugs with a cute one-sided grin. Fuck, Mickey loves him so goddamn much.

With that, Ian turns Mickey around, covering his eyes with both hands, his large hands practically covering his entire face.

"Jesus christ, Ian, is this really necessary?" Mickey asks, but Ian can feel his grin against his hands.

"Shut up, yes it's extremely necessary."

"Better not open my eyes to a fuckin' baby and a crib or some shit."

Ian ignores him until they reach the kitchen, uncovering his eyes to reveal his whole birthday setup. There's a homemade streamer, clearly made by Franny, that reads "Happy Birthday Uncle Mickey" in sideways, messy lettering. There are a couple of paper-bag wrapped presents under the banner and a full breakfast set-up at the table with a stack of banana pancakes, topped with whipped cream and sprinkles, a pot of fresh coffee, and one little blue balloon tied to the chair. Personally, all that sweet shit so early in the morning makes him a little nauseous, but he knows Mickey has always liked sweet shit, so he whipped something up.

Mickey fails to fight the smile that takes him over as Ian stands to the side, clearly proud of his ensemble. He knows Mickey isn't one for flare or big celebrations, but he had to do something,

"Franny made the banner," he smiles shyly, "Forgot that when I told her to make one for you, she would write "uncle" in front of it."

"Yeah I can see that," Mickey laughs, "It's fuckin perfect," he turns to Ian, his hand coming up to caress his cheek, "You know you really are the softest motherfucker I know?"

Ian closes his eyes playfully, "Mmhm, you love it," he kisses Mickey gently, "Happy Birthday, Mick." He studies the pattern of freckles on Mickey's face a moment longer, his eyes scanning up and down before pulling away and lightly shoving Mickey towards the table, "Okay gimme a full pancake review. Don't spare me," he says dramatically as Mickey rolls his eyes before taking a seat.

He takes his first bite, moaning dramatically.

“Okay I get that they’re good…but that’s scarily close to you orgasm face,” Ian jokes.

“What can I say, you bring it out in me, Gallagher…” he raises his eyebrows with a smirk before returning to his pancakes. Ian smiles to himself as they finish breakfast, admiring the look on Mickey’s face, admiring that he is the one who put it there. It’s fucking perfect.

[mzshko]

Galladrabbles!

The Bounty Hunter AU continues. Thank you to our lovely mod @look-i-love-u for the Dale Chihuly sculpture prompt. Much love to @energievie and @galladrabbles for everything. Read the master post here.

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“You’re really doing this,” Ian shakes his head, watching as Mickey unlocks the dead man’s cellphone using facial recognition, to fire off a text.

“That’s the plan,” Mickey replies casually, before slouching back against an armchair.

Ian groans. He digs his palms into his eye-sockets, until he’s gotta blink away the explosion of color behind his lids. “So, we just… give our location up to the guys that’re after us and do what? Lie in wait?”

“Exactly,” Mickey yawns, tossing a blanket over himself, “’til then, try not to pace a hole in the floor. M’kind of a light sleeper.”

[sam-loves-seb]

New room, new bed, new life—and each other. It’s all they’ve ever needed. Ian watches Mickey sleep on the other side of the mattress, still close enough to reach out and touch but far enough away that he probably won’t wake up if Ian decides to get out of bed. He doesn’t. // pre-10x08: ian and mickey enjoy a slow and lazy morning, waking up together

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[gallavichgeek]

Bittersweet Ending

OnlyFans Series: Now Complete

Summary:

Mickey supports Ian as he shares the dark history of his ex and together they decide that their OnlyFans chapter must now come to an end.

Read it here. Start the series from the beginning here

[gingit-cake]

“…said Mr. Schwartz, a paramedic and backcountry park ranger who has worked at Grand Canyon National Park since 2012.”

New fic idea - Ian as “a paramedic and backcountry park ranger”

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