#gw2025

[foxcommon]

@gallavichthings My (late) gallavich week fanart for Day 1-Sports ! Professional baseball au where they play for the cubs because I dont know any other baseball teams in chicago

[deathclassic]

kev liked to organise football games for the kids in the neighbourhood in an effort to keep them out of trouble.

day one - sports @gallavichthings

[ensembleetiquette]

Gallavich Week

Day 1: Sports

@gallavichthings thank you for hosting this event!

I’ve been working on this cross stitch for just over a week to pay homage to one of my favorite Gallavich scenes in the dugout. I stepped way out of my comfort zone to freehand a lot of this without an exact pattern. And of course I had to photograph it on site at a local dugout in my community.

“I’m fucked for life anyway, man.”

[gallavichthings]

Hello and welcome to Gallavich Week 2025!

This year we're back to one-word general prompts and I hope you're ready to get creative!

Gallavich Week 2025 will run 15-21 of June. As always, all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines after the break before posting.

Day 1 (June 15) - Sports

Day 2 (June 16) - Lights

Day 3 (June 17) - Laughter

Day 4 (June 18) - Pain

Day 5 (June 19) - Riding

Day 6 (June 20) - Rainbow

Day 7 (June 21) - Free

CREATING AND POSTING GUIDELINES (After the break)

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 on the body of the post using @gallavichthings. It’s important that you tag me properly so that I can be sure to see your post and reblog it.

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. Yes, meta and polls are also accepted (though I do request that you either try to keep them within the theme for each day or post them on the Free Day).

When can I start posting?

I’ll always make one initial post for each day, at 12am GMT. 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 other social media platforms?

You sure can, but I only have Twitter, which I don't check that often anymore, so I do encourage you to post here as well, so it can be seen by more people.

Is there an AO3 Collection?

Yes, right here. Participation is not mandatory though, and you can rest assured this Collection will not be deleted.

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 - Tumblr now allowes you to select if a post is deemed for mature audiences or not. 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.

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.

[geonbaeeeesblog]

Gallavich Week 2025

Thank you @gallavichthings for this event ❣️

Day 1: Sports

I saw the prompt and I knew I had to draw the boys in all their hockey au glory.

They are particularly referenced to @jrooc ‘s hockey au fic “Last Cigarette”. ❤️‍🔥

[gallavich-annise]

I don't know what happened with this one but it did so here you go 😆.

Gallavich Week Day Six: Rainbow

The Colours of Us

Red is for blood. 

Not the skinned knees of childhood. No... For you it's split lips, bloody noses, broken teeth. Grazed knuckles. 

It's fighting tooth and nail. Against each other. Against the world. Because anything worth having is worth fighting for. Because anything worth feeling is worth fighting against. 

But when you've fought against it too long you begin to realise the truth. 

Orange is for his hair.

They call it red, or ginger. But it's orange. 

Sometimes burnished and bright like fresh bronze. Catching sunlight and stealing breath. Sometimes deep and dark, almost true red, in the window light as a teenager wields a tyre iron. Sometimes bright in the sun, shining in the filtered light through the bleachers.

A constant. A draw for the eye. A realisation that this is what you want. That no matter where you go, or what you do, or who you screw, the orange of his hair will always catch your eye. Just like he caught the rest of you.

No matter what happened back then, no matter what never healed, you'll still want him and only him. 

Yellow is for faded bruises. 

Wounds so deep only the very surface is visible, like an iceberg that pierced the body. And everyone else thinks that when the yellow fades to skin it'll all be gone. 

You know different. You know the bruises are still there. Still ready to hurt when pressed the wrong way.

Green is for his eyes. 

Those eyes that catch the light, like his hair. Luminous. Penetrating. He sees everything even when you don't want him to. He sees the bruises you haven't let heal. He sees the festering wounds that sit in your heart. 

Or he should. He sees those wounds and says it's not rot. He says it's just hurt. He kisses that centre and says it'll get better. That it can be better. 

He says it so you almost believe it. 

Blue is for the sky. 

The skies you've seen together over Chicago in the summertime. Skies that faded to inky black when you whiled away hours lost in each other. Skies that shone down on you while you ran and laughed. While you kissed. 

Skies over Mexico. The skies where he was with you and the skies where he left you. The skies where you were alone but free. 

Dusted with fluffy white clouds, or threatening at the grey skies of winter. 

But in summer, when you were together, it felt like you could face anything. 

Violet. 

Violet is for the future. Because it doesn't remind you of the past. 

There's nothing rich or luxurious about your past. The closest to purple you got was the darkest bruises, and even those were more indigo. 

Now you can have flowers. Lavender and lilac and violets. Now you can have plush cushions and warm blankets. And why not have them in purple?

Purple completes the pride flag that he displays on the dashboard of the ambulance. It completes the rainbow of your life so far. So why shouldn't the future be violet?

After all, you're together. So it can only be better than the past.

And as for ultraviolet? Well... The things that light shows are between you and your husband.

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@gallavichthings

[runninonemptyy]

Gallavich Week Day 1: Sports

I wrote this ficlet for day one. Since it’s short, I’m posting the whole thing here, along with the ao3 link. ☺️ @gallavichthings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66582235

Baseball and Forever

“Bullshit, he ain’t safe! I tagged him out!”

Ian turns to look at the boy playing first base. Mickey Milkovich. He knows him from school—kind of. He always seems sort of angry. Ian’s attempt to befriend him by asking for a pencil hadn’t worked out the way he’d intended. But there’s something about him.

He can tell that underneath the anger, the boy is really sad. He’s always dirty, and Ian wonders if he ever takes a bath or a shower. In the Gallagher house, they have a shower schedule—no more than five minutes, in and out. He wonders if Mickey’s family has a schedule, too. Or maybe they just don’t have hot water. He’s seen the boy’s dad around, and some of his siblings. He’s never seen his mom. He wonders if anyone cares enough to make him take a shower.

Ian thinks he wants to be Mickey’s friend. Maybe Mickey would like to come over one day. They could play catch, maybe some video games. He thinks he’d like to see Mickey smile for once, to see him having fun. He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen the dark-haired boy smile before.

But then he watches with shock and amusement—maybe even a little bit of wonder at the ballsiness of this kid—as Mickey whips it out and pisses all over first base, to the abject and utter horror of each and every adult, from the coaches to the parents.

And then, Ian’s caught staring. “The fuck you lookin’ at, Freckles?”

Okay, so maybe not now. Maybe they won’t be friends just yet. But Ian’s sure it’ll happen one day.

******

“Ey. Raincheck on the Sox game, okay? We’ll sneak into the next one,” Mickey says as they look at the freshly watered baseball field through the chain link fence, sharing another cigarette in their post-orgasm haze.

“Yeah, raincheck,” Ian says, trying not to stare at Mickey, but failing miserably. Truth be told, he’d missed him while he was in juvie. A lot. Probably way more than he should’ve. He can’t tell Mickey that, though. Ian knows that if he were to say it, the other boy would just spit some empty threat about cutting his tongue out or something.

But it’s okay, because Ian can tell that Mickey missed him too. He’s starting to see past his tough exterior, and he’s pretty sure that he might be the only one who gets to see the real Mickey. He’s the only one who gets to see the little smile that he so unsuccessfully tries to hold back. He’s the only one who gets to see the little sparkle in his blue eyes when he’s feeling happy. And Ian’s more than okay with that.

******

“The fuck couldn’t we just sneak into the game like old times?” Mickey asks as they make their way to their seats, beers and hot dogs balanced precariously.

“We’re on parole, Mickey. And we can afford to buy tickets to a baseball game. Why not splurge for once?” Ian says as he plops down into his seat, beer sloshing out of his plastic cup and onto his shirt.

“Ain’t no one gonna send us back to the joint for sneakin’ into a fuckin’ pre-season baseball game. Besides, we’re old pros at this. It’s not like we woulda got caught,” Mickey smirks before taking a messy bite of his hot dog.

Ian just rolls his eyes at his…fiancé. Holy shit, it’s still weird to think about. But this man, gracelessly shoveling a hot dog into his mouth, is the only person he’ll ever want to sit next to at a baseball game for the rest of his life. That much he knows for a fact.

******

“Oh, come on! What kinda bullshit call was that?” Mickey shouts in almost complete unison with Lip, both of them standing up and causing the moms at the game to glare at them, clutching their proverbial, non-existent pearls.

Ian had been slightly worried about Lip and Mickey both being in attendance at Freddie’s tee-ball game, and clearly his concerns had been justified. But part of him, a really big part, loves it. He loves his husband’s passion, how seamlessly he’s become a part of Ian’s family. Really, though, Mickey was always family. That was never even a question. And watching him get riled up over a bad call at his nephew’s tee-ball game makes his heart melt, and, well, kinda turns him on if he’s being honest.

So, fuck it. Ian stands up and joins his husband and his brother. “Yeah, come on, wake the hell up!” Because, yeah, that call was bullshit.

******

The house is quiet, eerily so. Ian pulls himself out of bed to look for his husband, who rarely gets up before him. But Ian’s just coming out of a downswing, so he’s been more tired than usual, and he figures Mickey must’ve been letting him get some more sleep.

He walks to the kitchen and sees a freshly brewed pot of coffee with Ian’s favorite mug set down on the counter right in front of it—the one Mickey had gifted him shortly after their wedding, the one that says, “My Husband has an Awesome Husband.” (The other one Mickey had given him, the rooster mug that says, “I Love Your Cock,” remains mostly hidden these days.)

He fills his mug and walks through the house, searching for any sign of life, but he comes up empty. That is, until he approaches the window facing the backyard. He peers through it, and he sees both of the people he was looking for.

Mickey’s out in the backyard with their six-year-old daughter. They’re both wearing baseball gloves, tossing the ball back and forth. Ian just watches as every single toss Mickey makes misses the little girl’s glove and hits the grass. Each time, Mickey runs to pick it up and patiently throws it again.

Ian thinks of the conversation they’d had so many years ago, on their one-year wedding anniversary. Despite how much time has passed, he remembers it like it was yesterday—Mickey expressing his fears about becoming a parent one day. He thought he’d be a shitty dad, but Ian knew so deep down in his gut that this could never be the case. He knew Mickey would be a great dad. And he was right.

Standing here right now, watching Mickey playing with their daughter after having spent several days taking care of Ian during his downswing, he’s so glad that he managed to finally know that boy from the baseball team. The one who’d been so fascinating to Ian, so angry but so sad. Ian just wanted to be his friend. And now, he’s that and so, so much more. Best friend, husband, father of his child.

And the fact that the same boy wanted to know him, too? Well, it makes Ian feel pretty damn lucky.

[dreamjupiter]

Welcome to Gallavich Week 2025! It's Sports Day and @gallavichthings said we can participate with polls, so today we're voting on our favorite gallavich sports AUs. Feel free to add your fave if you don't see it here - these are the ones I either thought of first or found quickly, and I've posted links to each below!

Since We're Alone

Last Cigarette

A New Personal Best

On Ice

In My Veins Like Lightning

Break Point

Rookie Mistakes

Something About Him

Catch Me, If You Can

The Ball's In Your Court

Voting ended onJun 22, 2025

Fic Links

Since We're Alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33757897

Last Cigarette: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65028892

A New Personal Best: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58201258

On Ice: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5485250

In My Veins Like Lightning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50736748

Something About Him: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32616301

Break Point: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39553572

Rookie Mistakes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1712258

Catch Me, If You Can: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7122751

The Ball's In Your Court: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20325037