#gallavich spring cleaning 2022

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

🌿 For A Nose In Need 🤧🌿

Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 Prompt: Spring: sniffles, pollen, and tissues Word-count: 1,694 words Additional Tags: sick ian, grumpy but loving caretaker mickey, no birds were harmed in the making of this work, @gallavichthings Summary: After ignoring all warnings and insisting it's warm enough to be outside, Ian catches a cold. Now it's the first day of spring and Mickey has a sniffly, sneezing, snotty husband to care for.

“Nah Mick, I can feel it. Spring’s comin’.” Well it came. And so did the sniffles. And now Mickey’s racking up a tab at Walgreens that’s wild as hell because despite nearly thirty years of experience with the common cold, there’s just something about Sickly Ian that turns him into a monster mama bear.

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#gallavich #shameless #Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 #ray writes #tumblr made me fucking WORK putting this post together so if you see it and it looks insane no you don't

[squirrel-fund]

Here's my fic for Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 @gallavichthings @gallavichfanficlibrary

Summary: Mickey gets volunteered at Franny's school.

Prompts used: The Big Easter Egg Hunt & “No. Hell, no. Absolutely not.”

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Mickey sits at his kitchen table, in his West Side apartment, sipping a beer while he listens to his niece who is 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 enthusiastically telling him about the upcoming Easter egg hunt at her school.

"And Harper's Mommy is bringing juice boxes 'n Emma's Daddy's are bringing cupcakes-" She takes a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Ian had made her, swallows, then continues, "and Mommy bought candy for the eggs."

"That sounds cool, Fran!" Ian says as he opens the fridge, joining the conversation and taking a bottle of water out for himself. "When is it?"

"Friday! It almost got cancelled though because Noah's Daddy can't make it but I saved the day!" She grins wide like she's proud as hell and just a little bit smug.

Mickey laughs at that. "Oh, yeah? Whadja do, kid?"

"They asked if anyone knew someone small enough to wear the bunny suit and I volunteered you, Uncle Mickey! It's sooo cute and fluffy!"

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Mickey chokes on his beer as Ian slaps him on the back laughing.

Mickey shakes his head, face red from both embarrassment and his beverage having gone down the wrong way. "No. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, no. Absolutely not."

And well, a few years ago he would have knocked the shit out of 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 who called him small or cute or... fucking... 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺. But the kid frowns like her entire world has come crashing down around her and damn it, Mickey feels guilty. 

So, he rubs both his hands over his face and breathes out a sigh. "Sounds... great, Fran. I'll be there."

She rushes around the table and launches her tiny body at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Really?!"

Ian side eyes him. "Yeah, really?"

Mickey hugs her and rolls his eyes at his husband who now looks like a giant fucking puppy with pleading eyes. "Yeah... really."

~♡~

Chicago in April was never what one would call 'hot' but today, as Mickey sits outside while wearing this ugly ass Easter Bunny suit, it's fucking sweltering. Even the Snickers bars that he had taken as 'Uncle tax' were now liquid chocolate swirled with nougat and peanuts swishing around in their brown plastic wrappers.

It was becoming unbearable and Mickey wonders how much longer this torture is going to last when Franny's teacher announces that the egg hunt will start in ten minutes and that the lucky kid who finds the most eggs will win a gift card to Amazon. 

The tiny humans shriek over this information and Mickey sighs as he sits down on a bench under a shade tree.

"Mr. Milkovich!" The teacher, Mrs. Who-the-fuck-cares, jogs over to him and smiles. "No time for rest! We need you to help hide the eggs and then there's the photoshoot-"

"Photoshoot? For what?!"

"The kids sit on your lap and tell you a 'Springtime Secret'. Then they get their picture taken with you."

Mickey laughs because, honestly, that has to be a fucking joke but when the teacher frowns at him he realizes that he has just become some weird bunny secret keeper and he nods while mumbling that he can't wait.

She hands him a bucket of plastic eggs and he wanders around the area, hiding them in both really obvious places and some a bit more sneaky. He even manages to trade out his melted Snickers bars for fresh ones when no one is looking.

Ian shows up just as Mickey hides the last two eggs - one on the bench he had been sitting on earlier and the other inside the school mailbox.

"You look adorable." Ian says as he makes his way across the parking lot to hug his husband. Mickey makes a jerk off motion because they agreed the middle finger wasn't allowed.

"Don't think that's allowed either, Bugs."

Mickey glares at him but obviously the stupid bunny smile and wide eyes hide it.

"This suit is fucking hot as balls, man. Give me a break."

Ian chuckles at that. "Take the head off."

Mickey shakes his head, exaggerated so Ian will see it. "Can't. We'd hate to ruin the 'illusion of fun.'" He adds air quotes so Ian knows those aren't his words or thoughts. Like he'd ever think they were to begin with.

"Are you almost done? I thought we could go get a late lunch."

"I fucking wish. Apparently I have to listen to stupid secrets from the lollipop guild before I get parole."

Ian rolls his eyes. "You're so dramatic." Then kisses him on his fluffy bunny cheek. "I love it."

Some ankle biter sees them and begins to heckle them. "Ew, gross! You kissed the Easter Bunny!"

Ian, never bothered by kids and their dumb words, just grins. "Why is that gross?"

"He's hairy!"

And well, that's fair.

But Mickey just steps in front of Ian and points his thumb back at him. "This guy loves my jelly beans, kid. Can't get enough."

The teacher goes bright red at that before clapping her hands together and announcing for everyone to grab their baskets and start hunting for eggs.

And the kids are fucking savages. Running to the nearest plastic egg and practically roundhouse kicking each other to grab it first. There's apparently an unspoken rule that if you touch it first, it's yours. A rule that Franny has decided is unbreakable as some kid grabs a green egg just one millisecond behind her. She yanks it from the other kid's hand and places it safely into her basket. 

Mickey watches the kid's eyes well up and he stiffens as someone who he assumes is the kid's mom marches over to Franny and the crybaby.

"Franny! That wasn't nice!"

The redhead just shrugs and says, "I know but it's ok. I got the egg anyway."

The PTA mom is speechless at that and Mickey has never felt so proud of anyone in his entire life that wasn't his sister or Ian.

"No. I mean what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 did, Miss Gallagher. Shouldn't you say something to Ashley?"

Franny raises her eyebrow, matching the one on Mickey's face, hidden from view by his stupid fucking costume.

"Like what?" 

The mom is clearly irritated and she has the nerve to scoff at a six-year-old. "Say, you're sorry."

Franny shakes her head and stands her ground. "Why? I got here first."

And Mickey isn't going to let this continue so, bunny suit or not, he walks over and joins in on the conversation.

"There a problem here?"

"Yes. There is. Franny stole an egg from Ashley." The woman smiles at Mickey. "Maybe the Easter Bunny could talk to her?"

Mickey puts his hands on his hips and looks down at Franny who is extremely confused. "Well, what do you say, kid?"

Without missing a beat, she crosses her arms and gives the other kid an exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry that you were slower than me."

The woman, a fucking 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵, grabs Franny by the arm and pulls her towards the school. "Maybe a time-out will do you some good, young lady."

"Hey!" Mickey grabs Franny's arm to stop the lady. "I don't fucking think so, bitch."

And well, that's a problem, right?

The Easter Bunny can't just go around calling PTA moms bitches, can he? 

According to the court of Mrs. What's-her-name, the answer is a resounding no and that's how Mickey finds himself in time-out with Franny. 

But truthfully, he's glad. The classroom they've been sequestered in has air conditioning and snacks. Mickey takes the bunny head off along with the gloves and sits in a tiny chair across from his also, very tiny partner in crime.

He nudges her foot with his. "Hey. We showed her, huh?"

"I won't win that gift card now." Franny frowns and plays with the candy necklace around her neck.

Mickey can't help but huff out a laugh as he grabs two cupcakes that look like little bunny butts. God, how his life has changed. He sets one in front of his niece before taking a bite of his own. "Don't sweat it, Fran. We'll get Uncle Ian's debit card and buy whatever you want."

Instead of making her happy like he thought it would, she looks sad and her bottom lip starts to tremble, tears imminent. "What's with the water works?"

"I wanted to win so I could buy something... for you."

Mickey freezes, mid bite and furrows his brow. "Why?"

She sniffles and looks right at him. "Mommy says you were there for Uncle Ian when he needed it most. That you make him happy and well," She shrugs and unwraps the paper from the bottom of her cupcake, "that makes 𝘮𝘦 happy."

And damn. Kids are too fucking honest, aren't they?

"Can I tell you my Springtime Secret now?"

Mickey just nods because a lump is now forming in his throat. Franny leans across the table and grins at him. "You're my favorite but don't tell Uncle Ian, k?"

He clears his throat and smirks. "You got it, kid." They tap their cupcakes together in a moment of solidarity. "You're my favorite too."

#i really love Mickey and Franny #ill never stop #mickey milkovich #gallavich #gallavich spring cleaning 2022 #easter #easter bunny

[mmmichyyy]

clean slate 🌱

my fic submission for gallavich spring cleaning 2022 by @gallavichthings @gallavichfanficlibrary using the prompt: (spring) cleaning ! here's ian & mickey being soft husbands and communicating with each other ✨

[excerpt]

Before Ian rushed out the door this morning, he promised Mickey he would do a deep clean of the apartment when he got back. Their place isn’t dirty by any means, but Ian had been slacking on his weekly cleaning routine lately due to his irregular work schedule and he wanted to do some spring cleaning before summer rolled around.

New season, fresh start.

However, as Ian looks around the apartment now, he notices the floor has been vacuumed and freshly mopped, surfaces and countertops dusted and wiped clean, mirrors and windows clear of stains, blankets folded and cushions fluffed, garbage and recycling cleared out.

Ian’s eyes widen. Did Mickey do all this?

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#i just love writing soft husbands so much 🥺 #hope y'all enjoy the fluff 💘 #gallavich fic #gallavich spring cleaning 22 #ian and mickey fic #ian x mickey #my words #ao3 fic #shameless fic #shameless us

[andthatisnotfake]

Master Chef

My first drabble for Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 (@gallavichthings). Based on the prompt “Well, this is new.”

Ian sighed in frustration and let himself fall back on the several pillows behind him. He’d lost - again! This was one tough video game to beat! But he was a Gallagher, and Gallaghers never gave up! Well, ok, they did sometimes, but not him! He would not surrender to a damn game! He’d just... take a break.

Setting the controller aside, the took off his headphones, and that’s when he heard a banging noise coming from the kitchen. Frowning, he looked out the bedroom door, as if the answer would be revealed to him by just doing that. When that didn’t happen and yet another loud noise was heard, he stood up and followed the origin of the sound, trying to determine its cause.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but his husband covered in flour literally from head to toe, flowery apron included, was not it. He didn’t notice Ian come in, busy kneading some sort of dough, literally banging it on the counter and causing the loud noise Ian had heard.

“Well...” Ian raised and eyebrow and smirked as he leaned sideways on the doorway. “This is new.”

To his further surprise, Mickey just looked up at him and smiled. “Hey!” He noticed Ian’s curious expression and pointed at the dough. “Pizza”, he said, as if that were enough of an explanation.

“Is something wrong with our intercom?”

Mickey frowned as he banged the dough on the table once more. “Don’t think so. Why?”

“Just trying to figure out why we can’t just order our pizza as usual.”

Mickey gave him a death glare. “Very funny. You should work in the fucking circus.”

Ian laughed and put his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright... Why though? Or...” he approached Mickey and pointed at the table. “Why dough?”

Mickey sighed and pinched the top of his nose in exasperation, which only served to cover yet another part of his body with flour. “You done, Seinfield?”

Ian just smiled and Mickey shrugged. “Just wanted to try making something myself for once. I know I’m good at destroying stuff, but I don’t usually make anything. And you’re always the one who cooks, so I thought I’d give you a break for once.”

Ian stared at him, actually touched by his words. Sometimes he forgot that, despite them both coming from the same neighborhood, Mickey had had a very different family experience growing up.

“Besides, who knows, I might be the next Gordon Brown.”

“You mean Gordon Ramsay?” Ian said, after a few seconds of silence.

“Same shit. Now go back to your game so I can finish. You’re distracting me.”

“Nah, I’m tired of getting my ass kicked. I’ll try again tomorrow. Need some help?”

Mickey shook his head. “Wanna do it all myself. Go do some push-ups or something. Get out of my way.”

Ian smiled. “Fine, fine.” He turned on his heels and left the kitchen, the last thing he heard being his husband asking himself “Who the fuck is Gordon Brown?”

#Gallavich #my fics #my drabbles

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Gallavich: Spring Cleaning Prompts

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by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

Fills for Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022! Additional tags provided in each chapter.

Words: 1695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

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[whatthebodygraspsnot]

🌿 Cricut Crisis 🏳️‍🌈🌿

Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 Prompt: "Is this your first time here?" Word-count: 2,033 words Additional Tags: meet-cute, lingering internalized homophobia but he works through it pretty quick, possible secondhand embarrassment warning :3, @gallavichthings Summary: Mickey is actively getting his shit together, and that's how he finds himself at a spring farmer's market for the first time. It's how he finds himself at a stall with gay pride stuff. It's how he finds himself talking to probably the most handsome guy on the planet. What could possibly go wrong.

The guy next to him laughs and it sounds good and suddenly Mickey’s pulse is kicking into high gear again.

Only this time it’s different. 

This time it’s airy. Light. Warm, in a way that has Mickey’s gaze slipping back over curiously, taking the stranger in as casually as possible.

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#gallavich #shameless #Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 #ray writes #hehe

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🌿 Sweetpea 🐈‍⬛🌿

Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 Prompt: One day Ian comes across an injured cat and nurses it back to health. After a few days he finds a stranger on his couch. (Shapeshifting AU) Word-count: 6,038 words Additional Tags: au, cat shapeshifter mickey, minor sexual tension, themes of ian wondering if he's mentally stable or not but it's presented pretty lightheartedly, @gallavichthings Summary: Sweetpea, the stray that eats his neighbor's flowers, is a little asshole of a cat. But Ian still hopes to win her over with treats from his lunch and rambling conversation as he tends to his failing garden. Just as he thinks he's starting to get her to like him, everything flips on its head. You see, Sweetpea is not a normal cat. And Sweetpea is not a she.

Ian’s belly warms brighter, but he’s more concerned with everything that’s currently sliding into place at once. Because wait a second…

Blue eyes… 

Black hair…

The gauze wrapped around the hand he has raised, how it’s drooping from the tape that’s stretched and fallen free…

Ian blinks away the doubt that’s trying to set in, the bat still pointed at the stranger, but the end sagging as he narrows his eyes…careful. “...Sweetpea?”

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#this one got away from me but im obsessed with it #shameless #gallavich #gallavich spring cleaning #ray writes

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🌿 Slip 'n Slide 🌊🌿

Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 Prompt: "Oh good, you're here! Hold this." Word-count: 2,132 words Additional Tags: unsupervised slip 'n slide use, beer shotgunning, husband loving, boys will be boys (grown adults), @gallavichthings Summary: When he follows Mickey's instruction to go to the Gallagher house, Ian expects it to be empty. What he doesn't expect is the slip 'n slide in the backyard.

Ian blinks, his brain trying like crazy to slide everything he’s seeing into place until it creates something that makes sense.

Because… Hang on. “A slip ‘n slide?” 

Mickey squints up at him - “Good eye, Sherlock.” - continues to fill up the pool-like end of the long stretch of blue, slippery plastic. “Gonna hold this for me or not.”

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🌿 The Mystery Man and The Lonesome Rose🥀🌿

Gallavich Spring Cleaning 2022 Prompt: "I wasn't sure you remembered me." Word-count: 4,083 words Additional Tags: au, past over-consumption, basically mickey trying to piece together why he knows ian, and ian being very helpful :), @gallavichthings Summary: Mickey's Previous Blackout Drunkenness vs. Familiar Hot Redhead At The Next Table: fight!

Mickey can feel his eyes narrowing. Can feel the curl of heat and deep, deep intrigue in his gut as the guy’s lips curl into a little smile of easy recognition. Familiar. Friendly.

And then he nods to him.

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#pov ive rewritten this three hundred and seven times to keep it clean #gallavich #shameless #gallavich spring cleaning #ray writes #anyway the lonesome rose is a real place in chicago and i like it very much :)