ian crooks an eyebrow towards mickey, "what's that?" mickey throws his hands up "well I don't fucking know, some shit-head that you were eye-fucking at the fucking gym!" mickey raises his voice. he grabs a nearby shirt from their draws and slides it over his head and pulls it down after so it's not all stuck and tight around his body.
he stomps up to ian and slams the folded piece of paper onto his damp skin, "fuck you, im going for a fucking walk" as mickey lets go, the note flies to ians feet, he bends down to pick it up and reads it. his eyes follow every single digit.
"fuck.. mick!.. mickey!" ian yells, he hadn't hurt the door open yet... so he took some time to throw on some shorts and a shirt, he rushes out of their room as he heard mickey leave, the door slams shut "mick! fuck... shit! mick!" ian speed walks down the hall and out the front door, "mick?"ian scans the area to notice mickey was near the elevator "mick!" he runs up to him, he pulls mickeys arm away from the elevator buttons.
"mick... im not.." ian gestures, mickey pushes him away, "planning on banging someone else other than me? at least let me fucking know!" mickey growls "mick, I would never do that-" ians lungs are becoming dry.
"it's not like you haven't done it before, right?"
mickey scratches his eyebrow, it went quiet for a bit... then ian spoke again "it's not like that mick, I wasn't in a good place back then! and you know that." ian sighs, "we weren't going to hook up, mickey, he has a boyfriend, he was meeting his boyfriend's parents and wanted to tell me about it... we just had a lot in common and-" ians cut off.
"Alright alright.., shut the fuck up, I get it now" mickey rolls his eye, he walks back towards their apartment and opens the door to walk in, ian walks over faster to catch up with mickey "what? that all?" ian begins getting angry.
"just realised im just overreacting, leave me alone, wanna sleep it off?" mickey smirks, their whole fight just disappeared... ian was quite glad it did, but also frustrated.
"shit! Mickey can't you just fucking tell me something else about this whole 'cheating' thing?! it's obviously not the numbers that gave you a bad sign! is it me? the guy? what mick, why are you like this?!" ian runs his hands through his hair.
"shit ian, it's nothing, calm your fucking tits" mickey growls, he walks over to the kitchen and grabs a cold beer. "Jesus fucking christ mick! our 2 year anniversary is in a few fucking months... and.. and.. we are about to have amelia with us very soon! and you still cant.. can't.." ian takes a breather for a quick second "can't open up to me, ill do anything to make you happ-"
"does it bother you im not attractive like other fucking guys?" mickey mumbles.
"what?" ian takes a step closer, "shit ian, do you think it's weird im not attractive like you!" mickey shouts, "mick.. fuck.. you think that?" ian walks closer to him, invading his personal... he reaches to grab mickeys hands on either side.
"it's fine ian, just wanted to know, you know?" mickey frowns as he slaps ians hand away from his own.
"right.." ian smirks in an awkwardly sad moment, he runs one of his hands up the side of Mickeys face as he caresses it, he motions in and moves closely to his lips as he pressed a small kiss onto mickeys lips.
he leans his forehead against Mickeys, "I love you" he murmurs.
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it had been quite a while since the incident, they were holding strong, ian didn't want to relive their fight... and he didn't want mickey feeling so... insecure, but they were both back on their feet and seemed to forget about the whole conversation, well.. that's what at least mickey thought.
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what happens after
FanfictionDISCONTINUED!! this fanfic is just what I think would happen between Ian and Mickey during season 12 ( if they ever had one ) during their stay at their new apartment. ( NOT MY BEST WORK!!! DO NOT CRITISICE!! ) ( i do not own Shameless or any charac...
