#gw2024

[doshiart]

[prompts: office romance + trapped together + only one bed couch]

It was a long workday with burning deadlines. And as soon as they were done, they realized that it was late at night and their office door wouldn't open and no one would be able to let them out until the morning. So...

happy gallavich week everyone!

no bingo so far, but there will be something else later 🤫

@gallavichthings

[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Week 2024 - bingo edition

Hello, lovelies! It's time for another Gallavich Week. This time: bingo edition!

The 2024 Gallavich Week will be held between June 24th and June 30th. As this time it's a bingo, there will be no assigned theme for each day, meaning you can post your works on any day during that week.

Guidelines and cards after the read more because this post ended up way too long. ^_^

Some general rules:

There are four cards (at the end of this post): one/two-word prompts, dialogue prompts, tropes, and art and other medias. You can post something from just one or all of them. You can also use more than one prompt in the same work. There's no minimum or limit to the number of works you can post.

All kinds of fanworks are accepted (fic, art, videos, gifs, analysis, crafts... anything), as long as they're original. (Unless they're a re-imagining of another work, in which case please also mention it when you post and get authorization first if the original isn't yours.)

AI is not accepted!

No sign-ups required. Just post and tag me. :)

Here is the AO3 community, for those who wish to use it.

Don't forget to tag me using @ at the body of the post so that I can see it and reblog it (you can do it after a read more or by reblogging if you wish to "hide" it). Also, please indicate clearly which prompt(s) was/were used.

Some suggestions, which are not rules but do help with posting:

If you're posting a long fic in its entirety here on Tumblr, please use a read more and/or tag it "long post".

If you're posting nsfw art here, please use the community guidelines to inform so.

If you post more than one work on AO3, I suggest making different works, and not just different chapters of one single work. This helps with tagging, both for those who want to find your work and for those who might want to avoid something. It also helps when people don't have to comb through several chapters to find what they're looking for. If you want to connect your works, you can put them all under a series. And yes, this is also valid for drabbles and art.

There are no prizes for this bingo, but those who make a bingo get bragging rights (and a special shout out - just let me know you've done it because I'm likely to miss it).

BINGO: 3 cells in a row (vertically, horizontally, or diagonally).

SUPER BINGO: 3 cells in a row in two cards.

ULTRA BINGO: 3 cells in a row in three or four cards (are you ok?).

UBER BINGO: All the 9 cells of the same card.

SUPREME BINGO: All 9 cells of the same card in two different cards (good luck with that).

EXTREME BINGO: All 9 cells of the same card in three different cards (seriously, are you ok? Is this worth it?).

ULTIMATE BINGO: All 9 cells of the same card in ALL of the four different cards (you get ALL the bragging rights!!! But also, please rest).

And now, the cards:

EDIT: forgot to mention, by Taste of Chicago I mean this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taste_of_Chicago

And Starry Night is, indeed Van Gogh's painting. And yes, Final Fantasy the video game.

I think the rest is quite obvious, but let me know if you have any questions.

[vintagelacerosette]

Gallavich Week 2024🎀

Partaking in my first Gallavich Week in 2024 🥳

I chose the prompt Bridgerton 🌹🫖✨️ @gallavichthings

The Milkoviches as the Featheringtons & the Gallaghers as the Bridgertons 💎💍

What scandalous fun will these two get up to in high society? 🔥

Bingo card under the cut

[wehangout]

Hey, How's it Goin'?

Day 1 of Gallavich Week using the following bingo prompts:

Rooftop

I'm a fucking delight.

Right, I'm leaving now.

Well, this is new.

Read on AO3 @gallavichthings

Summary: In which the first words your soulmate speaks to you are inked into your skin. Only Problem? Mickey has one of the most common greetings of the 21st Century inked into his skin and hears it daily. Only solution? Have a little fun with it, Mickey Milkovich style.

[blue-disco-lights]

Bingo for Gallavich Week 2024!

Remember This? is now complete! Who was into who first? We may never know. A take on season 1 if things went a little differently.

A story told in 100-word drabbles… featuring all 9 prompts from Bingo Card B 🎉 💕 TY @gallavichthings

story under the cut ↓ Thank you for reading!

Do you know what today is?

“Your brother’s an asshole, Mands,” Ian says as they walk from school, huddled together against the wind.

“Yeah, what else is new?” 

“He came to the Kash’n’Grab yesterday, stole a bunch of shit, threw fuckin’ chip dip at my head.”

“I told him to back off. No clue why he’s still hangin’ around that store.”

You know where I live if you have a problem. He bristles thinking about Mickey—his attitude, the way he got under his skin, the bruise under his eye.  

“Hey, do you know what today is?” Mandy asks, brother fogotten. 

“What?”

“Pizza bagel night. My house?” ----------------------------------- C’mere I wanna show you something

He’d never been to the Milkovich house before. There’s a lot going on. 

The Gallagher house isn’t an HGTV showcase or anything, but the amount of violent paraphernalia looming around everywhere is … distressing?

Ian’s alone when Mickey busts through the door. They lock eyes, and Ian realizes he never knew Mickey’s were so intensely blue.  

Then a whole storyline of emotions flow through those eyes - surprise and softness, to confusion and maybe fear, then ultimately rage.

“Fuck you doin’ here?” Mickey fires off. Before Ian can answer…

“Ian! C’mere I wanna show you something!” Mandy yells from the kitchen.

----------------------------------- Right, I’m leaving now.

Kiss me, I’ll cut your tongue out.

Ian shrugs, tries to blow it off. He’s not expecting romance. 

It was just a hookup. A shocking, hot, intense-as-all-hell hookup.

Mandy had passed out on the couch, Mickey had accused him of sucking at Mario Kart, Ian told him to fuck off, and… 

Now it’s over and Mickey doesn’t even make eye contact. He looks panicked, restless. Just when Ian thinks he’s about to speak, Mickey turns and leads him to the door. 

“Right, I’m leaving now,” Ian mumbles. He zips up his pants, grabs his hoodie, and walks out the door. ----------------------------------- Well, this is new.

Mickey’d made it pretty clear their hookup was a one-time thing. 

Which woulda been fine… but Ian was seeing him everywhere now. 

He’d run to the market for Fiona - there was Mickey leaning against the side of the building talking to his brothers.

He’d take Debbie to the library - there was Mickey smoking a cigarette at the adjoining playground.

Then, on a Monday, he spots the familiar figure again; slouchy jeans, ripped coat, aggressively determined walk.

“Is that Mickey Milkovich walkin’ to school?” Carl asks, peering up at Ian. “Didn’t know he still went.”

Well, this is new, Ian thinks.

----------------------------------- Sorry I’m late

Ian’s late for algebra. First, he couldn’t find his ROTC cap. Then, Mandy distracted him at his locker with a story about some girl’s eyeliner.

“Sorry I’m late Mr. Fisher,” he says, taking his seat at the back of the classroom. 

He tries to focus, but 30 minutes in, he hears sharp tapping against the window behind him.  

He leans back in his chair and peeks out. His breath catches as he spies Mickey below, hand full of rocks, standing in front of a beat-up old car.

Ian’s eyes grow wide as Mickey motions for him to come down.  ----------------------------------- Get in the car!

Ian bolts out of class when the bell rings. 

He tries to preserve some semblance of chill as he runs downstairs and out the door. 

That proves impossible when he gets closer to Mickey. They hadn’t really spoken since that day.  

And now he’s at school, and he looks so hot leaning against this mystery car, and why’s he beckoning him over anyway? Is he gonna beat him up? Does he want to hang out?? 

Mickey takes a last drag of his cigarette and breaks him out of his spiral. 

“Gallagher, chill the fuck out and get in the car.” ----------------------------------- Hey, look at me

“This your car?” Ian asks, fastening his seat belt. 

“My asshole cousin owed me a favor,” Mickey says decisively, no room for further questions. “Let’s get outta here.”

Ian can’t read Mickey’s expression. Color him an optimist but he thinks Mickey might wanna hook up again? 

They drive pretty far from school and park at the docks. Mickey turns to him and there’s a long pause until he speaks.

Ian braces himself.

“Look, we’re not boyfriend girlfriend here….”

Not what Ian was expecting. He turns away embarrassed, tempted to jump out of the car.

“No wait. Hey, look at me.”

----------------------------------- I’m a fucking delight

Ian’s got his guard up, determined to save face. “What? Not like I even asked for…”

Mickey leans in and lays a short, sweet kiss on his lips, cutting him off. He pulls back and their eyes meet.

“I was thinking we could, like, go out,” Mickey spits out so fast, Ian almost asks him to repeat it.

“Out?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s what people do, right?” he says, cocky tone returning to his voice. “When they like each other.”

Ian’s head spins. What was even happening right now?

“You think I like you?”

“Why wouldn’t you? I’m a fucking delight.”

----------------------------------- Remember this?

“Ian, where you at?” Mickey shouts through the house. 

He finds Ian in the basement, looking through yet another storage box. 

“Sortin’ through more baby pics?” Debbie asked them to pull some family photos for her wedding ceremony, and his sentimental husband was taking the job seriously.

“Remember this? Look how fuckin’ cute we were in high school. Can’t believe someone managed to sneak a picture of us into the yearbook.”

Mickey peeks over Ian’s shoulder. “Damn. No wonder you’ve been obsessed with me forever.”

“Had a good feeling about you back then,” Ian says, kissing him on the cheek.

[achicleos]

Going Down Kicking

Chapter 1 Rating: M Words: 7.2k Tags: Grief/Mourning, Time Loop, Heavy Angst, POV Mickey Milkovich, Post-Canon, Age Difference, Other Additional Tags to Be Added *TW: Major Character Death

Summary:

Ian dies. Mickey doesn't cope well. He gets him back, at a cost.

for @gallavichthings' Gallavich Week 2024, prompts lost/found and wish

[ read on AO3 ]

[jrooc]

On the 5th day of Gallavich Week I give to you some smut.

For the Bingo Prompt: Bridgerton

Rated: E

Mickey walked out into the courtyard of his family’s chateau and threw the bottle of expensive scotch so hard it shattered against a nearby tree. He relished in the destructiveness of it.

“Fuck!” He yelled out, dropping to his knees in the grass and scrubbing his hands down his face hard enough to hurt. The lump that had been choking in his throat for the last hour as he drank his way through the bar grew bigger as tears stung painfully at his eyes. He cleared his throat and fisted at his eyes. 

He’d thought… maybe. He’d imagined.. but no.

An hour earlier, Mandy had announced, to the joy of the Gallagher family and his own, that she was engaged.

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Thanks @gallavichthings

Bingo Card:

[starry-nights-17]

My third and final fic for GW2024 @gallavichthings ❤🌈

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