perhaps fem gallavich wedding?
(this ran away from me omg but it was too much fun to write thank you so much for the prompt)
The morning had started off well enough. Ian took her meds—and subsequently informed everyone who asked that yes, she'd taken her meds—and kicked her brothers out of her and Mickey's room so they could fuck in peace before they had to get dressed. What was the point of an afternoon wedding if you couldn't get one last round in before you made it official, after all? Mickey's hair was a wild mess, and she grinned when she came, a sight that Ian never tired of. But then there was loud shouting coming from down the hall, Sandy yelling something about a fire? And Ian knew Sandy well enough that she didn't get worked up for nothing.
She tossed Mickey some boxer shorts as she grabbed her own robe and tied it on, shoving her feet into a pair of Debbie's shoes that were by the door. The two of them rushed down the stairs to follow Debbie and Sandy out the door, Carl right on their heels. In the distance they could see black smoke rising up into the air. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck—Ian couldn't believe it, her heart sank with despair, but they had to find out—
There was no mistaking it, though. Once their haphazard little group made it to the wedding venue, they knew exactly what had happened. As if the graffiti on one of the few standing walls didn't make it completely obvious, anyway. Ian glanced at Mickey, her fiancée's hair a wild tangle of dark waves around her face, a furious scowl crossing her features. "Motherfucker," she muttered. And then she stormed off, too-big combat boots pounding against the pavement of the sidewalk.
"Shit, no—Mickey!" Sandy yelled, but Mickey had already taken off down the street and back toward the house. Carl and Debbie both looked at Ian, who nodded at her siblings and raced off after Mickey. But unfortunately the other woman had enough of a head start that she was already out of sight. By the time they got back to the house, Ian could see Mickey storming out the back door, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Terry Milkovich!" she screamed, her shotgun in both hands as she stormed down the back stairs. "You fucking pig fucker, I'm gonna goddamn blow your brains out-!" But before she got any further, Sandy tackled her cousin to the ground, the two of them grappling for the gun. "Goddammit, Sandy, let me go-! I'm gonna fuckin'-!"
But then Ian caught up to them, Carl and Debbie still trailing behind; Mickey and Sandy fought like two junk yard dogs scrambling for a scrap of meat, and as soon as Ian got there the shotgun went off, the bullet thankfully only breaking through the back window of the broken down van.
"Mickey, calm the fuck down!" Ian shouted, trying to grab for the gun. Instead she yelped in surprise and pain as Mickey's teeth clamped on her wrist. "Fuck!" Out of instinct, she punched Mickey right in the eye, then pinned the other woman's wrists hard to the ground. "You fuckin' done now?!"
"Gonna make me hit you again? Or we done?" Ian demanded.
"Fuck you, Gallagher!" Mickey snarled, glaring at Ian. Her blue eyes blazed with barely controlled anger, but she nodded, going lax in Ian's grip. As soon as Ian let go, however, Mickey flipped her over and reached for the gun again. Ian hit her in the jaw this time, and the punch seemed to knock the fight out of her this time.
It took a moment, but Mickey finally nodded, her head falling back against the grass. With a relieved sigh, Ian threw the shotgun to Carl, who caught it easily. "Go get your cuffs," she told her brother, "and put this thing away." He nodded and hurried back into the house.
—
"Why is Mickey handcuffed?" Lip asked, as if it was an afterthought. Mickey took a long drink from her can of beer as she sat on top of the washer, as if the handcuffs were only a mild—and temporary—inconvenience.
Ian sighed in frustration. "She wants to kill her dad."
"Will kill her dad," Mickey corrected her. "I'm gonna get that shotgun, go to his house, and blow that fucker's brains all over the goddamn kitchen wall—maybe then he'll finally leave us the fuck alone."
Debbie scoffed as she hung up from the call she'd been making. "Or you'll get arrested again and you and Ian will be getting married in prison, ever think about that?" Ian gave her little sister a grateful look; Debbie knew her worst fear was Mickey behind bars again. But Mickey only scowled at Debbie's words and took another drink from her beer can.
"Look—Ian. Ian, look at me." Mickey set the can down next to her. "I love you. I love you, but that bastard is never gonna let me be happy. You know he won't. We find another place to do this, who's to say he won't find out from someone yappin' and come burn it down again?! I want to marry you—more than anything—but this is fucked. We are fucked. Just call it a goddamn loss."
Before Ian could reply to that, Debbie shook her head and slammed her phone on the kitchen counter. "No!" she yelled, eyes blazing with fury. "No, this is bullshit—you're just gonna give up? Let hate win? Let Terry and his nazi friends beat you?"
Mickey shook her head, her nose stud glinting in the light. "Yes-"
"Fuck, no!" Debbie said, smacking her hand on the counter by her phone. "We're not giving up! There's gotta be another place that can take us in a hurry."
"It's done! It's over!" Mickey started to say, but Debbie shook her head. After all this time, Ian thought, they should know better than to try and hold Debbie back when she was on the warpath. Mickey might be an immovable object, but Debbie was definitely an unstoppable force.
"We're not gonna let hate win, you dumbass!" Debbie said. "We're Gallaghers! And if you're gonna be part of this family, you better woman up! We're gonna white trash this shit!"
—
Three hours and a whirlwind of chaos later, Ian zipped up the back of Mickey's dress as the other woman held her hair up out of the way. Debbie and Vee had fixed Ian's unruly mess of ginger hair into an updo, but Mickey had let Sandy give her a fishtail braid. Ian touched Mickey's hand and said, "Okay, you're good," and Mickey let her long, dark hair falling down the middle of her back. Without realizing what she was doing, Ian reached out to trace her fingers along Mickey's braid, smiling softly even when Mickey turned back around.
"Damn," Ian said, her breath catching in her throat. "You...are one ugly fucking bitch."
Mickey grinned, a flush crossing her cheeks. Her makeup was just the way it always looked, winged eyeliner and dark purple eyeshadow to cover the slowly forming black eye that made Ian wince to look at. Things would be different from now on—they were done hurting each other.
"Yeah, well, at least I don't have to hide in a coffin until the sun goes down," Mickey shot back, fighting back a laugh. She tilted her head up and looked at Ian, nothing but love and caring in her beautiful blue eyes. Ian thought her heart would just about burst with how full it felt, just from looking at this woman that she was about to pledge the rest of her life to.
"Ready to do this, Milkovich?" she said, cupping Mickey's cheek with her hand.
Mickey nodded, leaning into the touch. "Damn straight, Gallagher."
—
"I, Mykhaila, take you, Lillian, to be my lawfully wedded wife. For better or worse, for richer or poorer-" Mickey paused for a moment, then continued, "in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."
Ian stared at her for a long moment, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she said, "I, Ian, take you, Mickey, to be my lawfully wedded wife—for better or worse, for richer or poorer-" and here she squeezed Mickey's hands, remembering that awful day so many years ago, knowing why Mickey had hesitated at this part in her own vows, "in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."
The minister beamed at them both, saying, "Now that Mykhaila and Lillian have pledged themselves to each other, it is my great pleasure to pronounce you as wife, and wife."
Ian looked at her, a little stunned. "Now?"
The woman nodded, grinning. "You may kiss the bride."
Ian pulled Mickey into her arms, closing her eyes and kissing her wife—her wife—as their friends and family clapped and cheered all around them. Mickey's lipstick was smeared a bit when they finally pulled away, and Ian could feel herself tearing up as she cupped Mickey's face in her hands.
"I love you so much," Ian murmured, and Mickey tapped her tattooed knuckles against Ian's collarbone.
"You're such a sap, Gallagher," she teased, voice thick the way it got when Mickey was trying not to cry. They took each other's hand, walking back down the aisle and past all their guests. Ian hugged Debbie close with one arm as she passed her sister, briefly clapping her free hand with Carl's, and she and Mickey raised their entwined hands together as they walked back down the aisle.
"Glad we made it in time," came a familiar voice from their left, and Ian thought she was dreaming when she saw Mandy and Fiona standing there, both of them grinning from ear to ear.
"Mandy?" Mickey said with disbelief.
"Fiona?" Ian said, almost at the same time.
Fiona threw her arms around Ian, and Ian couldn't help bury her face in her big sister's shoulder. "I'm so happy for you two." Mandy had pulled Mickey into a hug, as well, and it said something about the day that Mickey didn't even try to fight it.
"Glad you made it, bitch," Ian heard her wife say, and Mandy laughed.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
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for reference, Ian and Mickey's dresses <3
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Hey Auds! How's your weekend?
Time for Gallavich wedding headcanons:
1. Besides edible boxers from Carl and the honeymoon Car from Liam, what wedding gifts do they get?
2. What flavor was their wedding cake?
3. How the fuck do they have 120 guests at the wedding? Who are they inviting? (only to claim they have no friends a season later?)
4. Why did Ian say Mickey and not Mikhailo?
5. What's one thing in the wedding that way important to Ian? (Chiavari chairs level important)
I'm doing well!! Sorry I'm just now getting toy ask box lol
Ohhhh Gallavich wedding headcanons?? I love these!!!
From the Gallaghers? I'm going with them because they had way too many guests 🤣 Debbie just gave them cash (she's sorta successful now so seems accurate) Franny made them a cute card. Lip got them a six pack and a pack of condoms, which actually made Mickey laugh as he handed a few to Tami, telling her to make sure Lip wraps it next time.
Since Mickey planned everything, he went with his comfort flavor, which is banana. Before answering this question I looked up if banana wedding cake was a thing and IT IS! Here's a recipe: https://www.mrfood.com/Cakes/banana-wedding-cake
I have no fucking idea!! I suppose Gay Jesus supporters were invited and probably people from The Fairy Tail. I also assume Kev closed the bar and regulars made their way over to The Polish Doll via a note taped to the door. That could potentially add up to 120. Plus, Mickey has a shit ton of cousins and we know that Jamie was redirecting people from the original venue to the new one so I'm assuming most of the cousins showed up. There's seven first cousins listed on the wiki so, yeah, I can see 120 out of all those people but not necessarily friends.
I have always thought that Mickey hated the name Mikhailo because of two reasons: 1. It's his "criminal" name. Meaning, when he's booked and sitting in a jail cell, he's called that. (Also Milkovich but, ya know...) and B. I know that we've heard Terry call him Mickey but I think Terry also calls him Mikhailo during fights, runs, talking him up. And Mickey dispises it. His mom called him Mickey first and I have a feeling that Terry hated it and it was probably the first time he hit Mickey's mom in front of the children. Just a lot of bad memories with that name. And Ian knows these stories. He knows that Mickey was a little upset that they had to use legal names during the ceremony. So, that was Ian's gift to him.
Oh, this one is tough because I don't think Ian gave a lot of thought about the wedding except that he wanted everything to be perfect for Mickey. So, if I had to say one thing, I'd say the soloist he picked.
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