#gw2022

[doodlevich]

Gallavich Week 2022 ✨ @gallavichthings

Day 1: Celebrations x Trials and Tribulations

[milkovski]

Gallavich Week 2022 @gallavichthings 

Day 1 (Celebration) + Day 2 (“I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” - Rita Rudner)

[mishervellous]

the kiss | day 7 (free day) @gallavichthings

[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Week 2022

Hello, everyone! It’s that time of the year again! Are you all ready for Gallavich Week 2022? I’m so excited for this one! We’re doing things a bit differently this year, as you might have noticed. More details about the prompts as well as full guidelines after the Read More. Quick reminder that all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines before posting.

DAYS AND PROMPTS

Day 1 (June 12) - Theme based (choose 1): Celebration (birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, holidays, random celebrations, anything goes) Trials and Tribulations (problems, big or small, it doesn’t matter; may be between them or something they face together) Day 2 (June 13) - Quote based (choose 1 - anything loosely based in one of these quotes goes): “I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning. “I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” - Rita Rudner Day 3 (June 14) - Painting based (choose 1 - again, anything loosely based in one of these paintings is enough; may be the general atmosphere of it, the situation in it or even them actually interacting with it somehow):

Stag at Sharkey’s (George Bellows)

Nighthawks (Edward Hopper)

  Day 4 (June 15) - Album based (choose 1 - it can be based in the album atmosphere, Ian and Mickey actually interacting with the album or one of the songs, or based on a piece of lyrics from one of the songs) Rumours (Fleetwood Mac) Born This Way (Lady Gaga) Day 5 (June 16) - Film based (choose 1 - again, feel free to use your imagination and do anything from vaguely inspired by to actual crossover): Love, Actually Fast & Furious Day 6 (June 17) - Based on Gallavich fanwork  Here’s your chance to redo one of your old works or to make something inspired by somebody else’s work - just remember to ASK FOR PERMISSION first. If the person says no, if you can’t find the person to ask or if you don’t know who made the original, DON’T DO IT. Also, you have to CREDIT the original when posting.  Day 7 (June 18) - Free Day  Got a fic or fanart or whatever that you’re making and want to post, but don’t think would fit with the other days? Post it here! It’s also a chance to do whatever you want if none of the other prompts appeal to you. Don’t know what to do? Try the Writing Prompt Generator and the Art Prompt Generator.

CREATING AND POSTING GUIDELINES

How do I participate?

You don’t have to subscribe to anything or announce what you’re doing, you just have to post your work on the appropriate day and tag me using @gallavichthings. It’s important that you tag me properly so that I can be sure to see your post and reblog it. For those days with more than one prompt option, please make it clear which one you’ve chosen.

What types of works are accepted?

Any kind of original fan work is accepted, including but not limited to: fanart, fanfiction (no minimum words required), graphics, gifs and gifsets, videos, and fanmixes.

When can I start posting?

I’ll always make one initial post for each day, at 12am GMT (check here to see when that is in your time zone). After that, post away!

Can I still participate even if I don’t have a Tumblr account?

Absolutely! Just submit something here (http://gallavichthings.tumblr.com/submit).

Can I post on Twitter or Instagram?

You can post anywhere you want! On Twitter and IG, we encourage you to use the hashtag #GW2022 and I’ll RT you. You can also mention @gallavichthings if you want. I do not have an IG account though, sorry, but you can post there and send me a link for visibility. That being said, we do encourage you to post here as well, so it can be seen by more people (all gallavichthings reblogs get cross-posted to Twitter automatically anyway).

Can I post something that I’ve already posted before?

No, sorry. The works should have been created specifically for GW. You can, however, create a sequel or a different version of a previous work.

Can I post something that is not in English?

Of course. Just make sure that it is original, or that you have the original author’s permission (and, in that case, link to the original too).

Can I make R-rated works?

Yes, just please give any necessary warnings and tell us the rating at the very beginning of the post. If the post is visual (like a fanart or a gifset), it would be nice for you to also tag it accordingly. It's not mandatory, but if possible put it under a Read More here on Tumblr and under a spoilers mark (so it's not instantly visible) on Twitter. Please remember that Tumblr now has stricter rules regarding that type of content, so if the post is really NSFW I’d suggest hosting it somewhere else and just posting a link to it, maybe along with a safe version of it.

Can I post something that’s AU?

Sure thing! Tag it accordingly though, both for those who want to avoid it and for those who'd like to find it.

Can I post supernatural works, mpreg, or genderbends?

Yes! But if it’s a fic, please include it in the warnings.

Can I post more than one work?

Definitely! The more, the merrier. You can post as many works as you want, on as many days as you want, be it one post per day or ten on the same day. Anything goes!

Can I post on more than one day? Do I have to make something for each day?

Again, the more, the merrier! You can post on only one or all days if you wish!

Can I make one work that fits two or more themes?

Sure thing. I only ask that you post it on the day of the last theme included. For example, if you are posting a work that includes the theme from Day 1 and the theme from Day 4, post it on day 4 (just make sure to tell me that it includes both).

Can I write a multi-chaptered fanfiction?

Yes, and you don’t have to post everything either. When you do, just be sure to include either a masterpost, or the links to the previous chapters in the beginning.

Can I include other characters/pairings in my work?

Yes, as long as Gallavich is still the focus.

What if I can’t finish on time?

The Gallavich fandom is ALWAYS happy to see new fan material, so just post it when you’re done and tag me, ok? The same goes for people who can’t finish a work on the assigned theme day; you can still post it on a different day during GW, just make it clear which day it was made for.

Is there a contest?

No. It was an idea once, but most people didn’t want it, and felt a bit intimidated by it.

[gallawitchxx]

M8TE — a modern a/b/o au

M8TE is the premiere app for unmated alphas and omegas. Just enter your location and the dates of your rut or heat cycle, and you’ll be instantly paired with up to 3 potential matches in your area. Who you choose is up to you! Just be sure to tick the appropriate boxes on your profile to signal if you’re looking for a mate or a one-time thing.

M8TE. What are you waiting for?

a part of day 2 of gallavich week 2022, hosted by @gallavichthings & based on a prompt by @ianandmickeygallavich with brilliant beta work by @thisdivorce ☎️🖤

- - - - -

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. ― Elizabeth Barrett Browning

chapter one: MATCH

rating: e

chapter: 1/8

word count: 4.9k

additional tags: au-modern with a/b/o dynamics, omega mickey milkovich, alpha ian gallagher, online dating, angst with a happy ending, internalized omegaphobia

[ read HERE on ao3 ]

[wehangout]

Kings Among Men

Gallavich Week 2022 -  Day 1:  Celebrations OR Trials and Tribulations

Read on AO3

“Again,” he says, slapping another five onto the bench between you. The surrounding neon lights glint in his red hair and shine a rainbow on his pale skin, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

“Sure about that, Red? That’s a lot of money to spend on a shooting game at a carnival.”

“I want the red panda.”

“You want the red panda?”

“I want the red fucking panda,” he says, and his smile is stupid and endearing and quite possibly heart breaking. “C’mon, let me try again.”

You scratch at an eyebrow to hide your amusement. “Kinda feels like I’m taking advantage here, to be honest. Don’t think I’ve ever made such easy money.”

“Please,” he says, and his cheeks shimmer with pink. You don’t know if it’s from the lights above or his own blush. “With eyes like those? I bet you’ve got them lining up to give you their last five.”

You narrow said eyes. “Sweet talkin’ will get you nowhere, man, but who am I to say no to an idiot with money?” You take the five-dollar note and hand him the gun. “You know the rules by now.”

“Yeah, yeah, shoot them all, get the prize. Despite this being such an upscale carnival, it’s not rocket science.”

You snort out a laugh. “You’ve spent over twenty bucks here in the last ten minutes, and you’re insinuating the game is easy?”

“I’m insinuating that, if I genuinely tried, I could get all six ducks in record time.”

“So this isn’t you genuinely trying?”

“This is me genuinely trying to make an impression.”

You give him a once-over and a smirk to follow. “If I were you, I’d be giving serious consideration to whatever impression it is you’re trying to make, tough guy.”

He shoots. Misses. “What? You don’t think I’m memorable?”

“For losing this many times? Sure, won’t forget you in a hurry.”

“Maybe that’s my plan.” He misses again.

“This might be the worse display of gunmanship I’ve ever seen.”

He shoots and misses twice more, then throws you a wink. “Whatever it takes.”

“My sister shoots better than you.”

“Ouch.”

Another miss. He readjusts the gun on his shoulder, excessively flexing as he does so, and tries again.

“I’ve never had so much second-hand embarrassment in my life,” you tell him when he sets the empty gun down.

“Again.”

“Seriously? Haven’t you had enough?”

“Never.”

“Christ.” You run a hand over your face and sigh. “Really? Again?”

He grins. “Hell yeah.”

“You know, if you want the red panda that badly I can just sell it to you? It’ll probably work out cheaper than you playing this stupid fucking game for the rest of the night.”

“I don’t want to buy the red panda; I want to win it.”

“Whatever you say, man.” You sigh and take his money. “Don’t say I didn’t offer.”

“You have literally no faith in me, do you?”

“I mean, if history’s taught me one thing …”

“It’s that I’m trying to make an impression.”

You cross your arms and lean against the bench. “Yeah, sure. Take your shot, man.”

“Pay attention,” he insists. “This is where I get memorable.”

“By losing for the sixth time running?”

He winks at you again – stupid, endearing, quite possibly heart breaking – and readies the gun. “By winning in record time.”

You shake your head, but can’t help the smile. “If you win in record time, I’ll give you all your money back.”

“Don’t want my money back, just the red panda.” He pauses, catches your eye. “And your number.”

“Excuse me?”

“What? You think I’ve been doin’ this because I’m a shitty shot?”

You laugh. “That’s literally what all the evidence points to.”

“I’m doin’ this to make an impression,” he reminds you. “Now. Watch this.”

He adjusts the gun, blinks, and his entire face changes. Gone is whatever goofball was playing around five minutes ago, and in his place is the sniper of your wet dreams. Your mouth goes dry as he takes aim, and you watch, eyes wide, as he shoots every fucking duck within record time.

“Fuck.”

He places the gun down. “Two tours in Afghanistan. I can hit a freckle from two-thousand yards.”

Both eyebrows skyrocket. “Are you fucking shitting me right now? You can do that, but you wasted all that time and money here trying to make an impression?”

“Trying to make an impression on you, specifically.”

You shake your head and reach for the red panda. “Impression made, bigshot. Congratulations. Here’s your panda, and I believe I owe you a refund.”

“Don’t want my money back,” he reminds you, “just the panda and your number.”

You pause and eye him.

Stupid.

Endearing.

Quite possibly heart breaking.

You take out the last five he gave you, find a pen, and scribble your number on the note. He takes it, along with the panda, and gives you that same smile. Maybe your heart skips a beat, maybe it doesn’t, you’ll never tell, but his gaze doesn’t leave yours as he shoves the note into his pocket and hands the red panda back.

“Here. I won this for you.”

“What?”

“Something to remember me by.”

He winks again and walks away. You hope like fuck he uses your number.

[sisitrip]

"Sees" - Gallavich Week 2022

Late, but for Gallavich Week 2022 - Trials and Tribulations: Day 1, I wanted to offer "Sees."

Tagging @gallavichthings with an apology for being late and a big thank you for organizing this event. I may not be able to meet each day's prompt (life!), but I wanted to try at least one day.

_______________________

“When?” Ian asks softly between kisses.

Mickey sighs, closing his eyes. He’s felt that question burning behind Ian’s lips for the last hour. His silence won’t stop the inevitable. 

He was going to jail tomorrow.

“In the morning,” he says quietly, opening his eyes. 

Ian pulls back, face crumpling. He opens his mouth and before they can be uttered, Mickey stops his desperate words with a kiss. 

“It’s done, Ian.” Mickey cups his cheek, stroking it gently as Ian's tears spill. “I’m done.”

Ian pulls him close, silent sobs shaking his body.

Mickey holds onto him, at sea in his own emotions. But despite the pain, the fear, he tries to undo some of the damage he’ll leave behind. 

He whispers nonsensical, soothing words to Ian, trying to calm him. Eventually, Ian’s meds pull him under to sleep. Loath to move more than an inch from him, Mickey traces a soft finger over Ian’s brow as he slumbers, desperately cataloging everything he can for that future moment when his pain and need for this man reaches its inevitable apex.

The slam of the back door jars him from marveling over the fine hairs he’s never noticed on Ian’s cheeks. With a sigh, he gets up, dresses and heads downstairs.

________________________

“You tell Ian about tomorrow? This morning, I mean?” Fiona asks quietly, taking a sip of her drink.

Mickey nods, swiping a finger through the condensation on his beer bottle, hating the thief that was time. 

“Only told him I was turning myself in. He don’t know how much jail time I’m facing. Probably better that he doesn’t. He’s shaky enough as it is.” 

“Might’ve been better to just go. Skip seeing him sick and fresh off of another Monica letdown.” Her voice softens to a pain-filled whisper. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to go to jail knowing you left someone you love, hurting and vulnerable.” 

He sets his beer down and rubs the space between his eyebrows. 

He could blow up at her for saying something so thoughtless, and if he was a different person, he might consider that she was just trying to spare him painful memories. 

But, the fact is, she couldn’t possibly know that having so little of someone as beautiful and freeing as Ian made it impossible to walk away from him cold. It just wasn’t an option for him anymore.

When he speaks, his tone is contemplative, careful. 

“At my house, if you had something nice that you wanted to keep around, you had to hide it. I don’t mean drugs or money. That shit was fair game for everybody. I’m talking about things that were special, you know?”

He draws in the pooled wetness on the table, speaking softly.

“If we let Terry find stuff like that, you were in for it for at least a week. Terry would bring out that precious thing you loved, and taunt you with it for days, rubbing your face in it, sometimes literally, and threatening that he’d make you eat it, or piss on it, if you so much as shed a tear while he was wailing on you. So, I got real good at hiding stuff. I hid my shit so good, my brothers and sister would ask me to hide shit for them too.”

He sniffs, not daring to look at her. This confession, if it could be called that, was hard enough without her pitying look. He goes on.

“By the time I met Ian, I hid shit on reflex. Didn’t even think about it because, fuck it, I’m still living despite Terry, so it can’t be all that bad to hide shit, right? But, Ian, he never let me do that around him. Even from the beginning, when it would have been better to leave me alone about it, he kept pushing … kept looking for the shit I was hiding from him. 

He just kept seeing me, you know? 

And no matter what he found when he looked, he never stopped wanting to see.” 

He takes a watery breath before continuing. 

“Not sure if you can understand what that’s like Fiona, and I can’t explain it if you don’t, but, people like me don’t get to be wanted like that, seen like that.” 

Eyes stinging, he wants her to understand that any memory of Ian he’d carry to jail is life-saving and precious and a fucking solace.

“Now that I’m seeing Ian’s shit, really seeing the shit I know he wishes he could hide from me, maybe even hide from himself, I don’t want to not see. I won’t do that when he never stopped wanting to see me.”

Fiona wipes at her tears and he rolls his eyes against tears of his own. 

“Are you Gallaghers always this soft?” he gruffs, taking a long pull off his beer.

“Apparently so,” Fiona laughs wetly. “Go on back up to him. I’ll keep the kids at Kev and V’s.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks. For tonight or whatever,” he says standing, a lump forming in his throat. She’ll probably never know how much of a gift she’s given him tonight. 

“Just, you know, take, take-.” He stops, chin quaking.

“We will. We’ll take care of him, Mickey.” 

_______________________

He slips under the covers, settling against Ian’s side, exhausted, yet hopelessly praying that the night never ends.

Ian wakes a bit and turns over, gathering him close. The healing warmth of Ian’s arms breaks the hold on the tears he’s been fighting all night. He cries silently and it’s Ian’s turn now to whisper soothingly to him, calming him with gentle strokes up and down his back.

They watch the sky lighten with each passing minute, holding each other tighter as the sun rises with only one intention - to separate them, possibly for good.

“No fucking courthouse,” Ian whispers softly into his hair.

“The fuck you talking about?” He buries his face in Ian’s neck, squeezing him around the middle.

“When I marry you, it won’t be in a courthouse. The circumstances would have to be shitty as hell for me to do that.” Ian squeezes him tighter. “Besides, you deserve better.”

Unmanned, Mickey huffs through his tears. “When you marry me, huh?”

Ian kisses his temple and rocks him gently, as if he’s holding something precious.

“Yeah. When.”

[bravemikhailo]

BEGINNERS

written for day 3 of Gallavich Week 2022: painting based - nighthawks @gallavichthings

He wonders why this guy is here all alone, if he even has any friends. He can’t help but find it sad and miserable, to graduate and have no one to celebrate with. 

He guesses he’s sad and miserable too, ditching his only few friends to—do what exactly?

Or, Ian and Mickey meet the day they graduate college and all they’ve got is one night together.

# ian POV, college au, meet-cute

word count: 6,694 | rating: E

click here to read on ao3 🤎✨🌙