what happens after

memories

Ian drops a big box overfilling with random objects, photos, clothes, and maybe.. expired food... "Man get that off the fucking table! I'm trying to watch something!" Mickey growled as he gestured his hand towards to tv standing right in front of him, legs crossed over one another just on the coffee table standing right in front of him. Ian rolls his eyes as he sits himself down right next to the older man as the big overloading box sits on his lap "I don't give two shits about what's in this box, now let me watch some television!" mickey glares as his eyes are fixated on the tv, "mick, what if there's some stuff we could, ya know, use later on?" ian winks as a grin crosses his face "don't care, leave me alone Gallagher" mickey frowns. Mickey grabs the remote from the side of him to turn up the volume to block out ians voice but as soon as his thumb brushes over to button another hand comes his way snatching it from out of his grip, turning the tv off, mickey throws his hand up in the air with annoyance in his body language... ian begins to pull random items from out the box, shaking it and blowing the dust off, a few items tossed onto the coffee table as ian stops. a small framed photograph is seemed to be sunken into the box, dust covering the image itself as ians fingers sweep the dust straight off the glass "see this? it's us from high school... god wasn't I the geek back then..." ian chuckles as he holds the picture in front of ian "yeah, you were" mickey laughs as a smile appears right after.

"hey! look at you in the picture" ian glares as his finger follows down to the face of mickey on the frame, mickey leaning against the locker as he death stares ian, "you looked like quite the rugrat... definitely didn't shower aswell" ian laughs as mickey flips him off, "whatever Gallagher, look at this shit right here!" mickey reaches his hand down the box as he pulls out a photograph, not framed or ripped but just a little wrinkled, it was ian and mickey sitting at a little dine-in after mickey had come out to his father.. of course in the bad outcome they went out for a few drinks and a snack to brush off the disaster, they never called it a date of course. "I can still feel the punch I got from terry, good thing he's no longer here" ian scoffs, "yeah" mickey looks away scratching his eyebrow with his finger "hey? you alright? I know you and your father had a rough relationshi-" ians cut off by the older man sitting right beside him "I am, ian, just wished it didn't end up like how it did that night" mickey looks back at ian. "I get that mick, but maybe if that didn't happen we wouldn't be here married, in love" ian sneered as he tried pushing positive thoughts into Mickeys very negative mindset... 

mickey rolls his eyes in ians response, Ian chuckles as he places the photo onto the table "we should get it framed and hung up around here" ian smiles, "great" mickey glares as it soon is formed into a smile. ian digging stuff up from the box once again as he finds his old EMT uniform for years back, he gets up from the couch shaking the dust off from his old uniform placing it in front of himself "didn't I just look good in this?" ian smirks, mickey eyeing him up and down "definitely, like a sexy.. doctor, id let you examine me anytime" mickey chuckles sending a little wink to ians way "mickey an EMT isn't a doctor, its a paramedic" ian rolls his eyes "whatever, same thing!" mickey sneers, crossing his arms facing the other way. ian walks over to sit next to mickey "back then I really missed you, not being by my side, ya know?" ian nudges mickeys shoulder softly, "didn't you have that boyfriend of yours to keep you company?" mickey grumbles. "mick you were in jail" ian glares pulling mickeys shoulder to make mickey face him "there's something called visiting hours!" mickey yelled, "alright mick, I get you're upset, but we are together now, I wouldn't leave you" ian smiles trying to cheer mickey up.. obviously failing. "tsk! just because we're married doesn't mean I can't get mad at things like this! you practically.. ch..cheated on me!" mickey stutters as he gets up from the couch and stomps his way to their bedroom, ian sighs as he soon is to get up and grab a cold beer and let mickey have some time to himself.

"fucking Gallagher! why is he always like this! oh but it's the past! I didn't mean it back then, you were in jail, we weren't together back then! ugh!" mickey all curled up in the blanket as his face is buried in the pillow, just overthinking, holding a grudge until ian comes and apologises, he can hear the younger man just in the living room, guess he wasn't gonna apologise...  "whatever... I bet anyone could love me!" mickeys grumbles.

10:45pm / westside

It was almost night, all the random items still scattered around the coffee table... Ian walks over to their bedroom which was currently being taken over by the angered older man, still holding a grudge, ian appears walking through the door "fuck off" mickey yells "I'm not here to talk, just grabbing a blanket for the couch" ian rolls his eyes as he walks over to the closet "why?" mickey begins to sit up, "since you're obviously still upset I'm going to crash on the couch for the night if you don't mind" ian grunts as he pulls the blanket out from the top of their wardrobe. "yeah whatever, I dont care" oh he did care, "good" ian having the blanket under his arm as he walks out of the bedroom, laying down on the couch with the blanket covering him "night" ian shouts from the other room, no response, mickey wasn't scared at all it just shocked him that ian ended up sleeping on the couch, he never had to worry about ian taking it that far because really, their fights weren't that bad to where they slept in separate rooms, they took care of their fighting problems.. and i guess mickey was just in shock. 

an hour later, mickey was still awake and thinking about how ians sleeping, he couldn't sleep without ian beside him, he always fell asleep easier when he was in ians arms.. so he makes his way out of the sheets and walking off into the living room "hey ian. I can't sleep." mickey looks over to the man sinking under the blankets "mick, just go to bed" ians moans, as he slowly begins to wake up "I just said I cant" mickey snaps "come to bed with me" mickey mumbles, "fine! only if you quit holding a grudge" ian smiles "fine.." mickey grins as he walks over to place a kiss on ian, "hey, you wanna know what else I found in here?" ians eyes drifting off to the box right next to both men "I think this box has caused us enough trouble" mickey glares. "trust me, you'll like this" ian gets up as he reaches his hand down the box pulling up a piece of rope, thinner to be called a piece of string, it had black gigantic balls attaches to it. "remember this? I don't think we ever tried this out" ian smirks "maybe we could try it out now" mickey sneers, "good" ian chuckles as he grabs the orbs wrapping them around mickeys neck "this could be worldwide fashion, ya know?" ian chuckles "quit playing before I hold another grudge." mickey smirks as he bends over. 

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11:20 pm / westside

"Heh, that was... definitely different" Ian smirks while his breathing is out of control "next time?" mickey turning over to look at ian "really? I guess..." ian chuckles, "it's getting late... you wanna clean up so we can go to bed?" ian asks mickey as he gets up from his position to be sitting up next to mickey on the side of the bed "ill go first! you wait here for me" mickey grunts as he struggles to get up as his ass is on fire. "no invitation?" ian smiles as he faces mickey while placing a kiss on his lips, as mickey opens his mouth a bit wider for ians tongue to travel but that didn't last long as mickey pulled away "no invitation." mickey grins, while getting up from the bed making his way to the bathroom, fully undressed, "got it..." ian rolls his eyes as a little laugh escapes. 

mickey was taking a shower while ian was in their room throwing on his clothes, he walks out into the kitchen to grab a glass of water as he seems to notice the photograph sitting just on the counter, the one from ian and mickeys dine-in "not date-date" as his eyes seem to be fixated on the image, he grabs the photograph and stares at it for a little longer while a smile appears across his face, yes it was definitely a rough night for both men at that time but it felt special to him... it was the day mickey stood up to his father and opened up about his sexuality aswell as both men officially becoming boyfriends. ian grabs a magnet from off the fridge as he places the photo onto the fridge sticking it up by the magnet, he smiles as he takes a sip from the glass of cold water "it's your turn" mickey appears down the hall as a towel is wrapped around his waist, ian seems to notice as he bites his lower lip.

"I'm coming" 

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AHHHH long chapter!! hopefully this makes up for lost time!! so happy how it turned out, Im not quite good at making "fluffs" so here's my attempt!

I'm so happy so many of you had read my book! never knew it would get "popular" but here we are! again! so proud! after this chapter I will post an authors note on maybe an upcoming story??? but just enjoy this chapter, alright?

new chapter will be published soon! trying to find some more ideas!