gallavich oneshots <33

jealously jealousy

summary: mickey and ian had broken up a year ago and haven't seen each other ever since. ian has tried to start dating again but he realises no one compares to his mickey.

ian's pov:
damn does this guy ever stop talking, all he does is ramble about how much he loves himself and how he thinks we would be so perfect for each other. i don't even realise that i'm zoning out.

"um, hello? are you even listening?!" caleb says.

"oh, um yeah sorry, carry on"

wow i need to get out of here. he's boring me to death. i layed back in my chair looking around the crowded bar as i heard a bell ringing from the door opening loud. i looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. it was him. mickey milkovich. after all this time he was here. he was actually here. he went straight up to the bartender and asked for a beer as he sat down and went on his phone. i couldn't stop looking at him.

mickey's pov:
my boss was being a total fucktard today at work and all i wanted to do was have a drink and relax. i stomped into the bar and sat down straight away asking for a beer. god it was so crowded in this place and the music was way louder than i would have preferred. i pulled out my phone and started going through my messages as i felt a tap on my shoulder. i turned around and saw a tall brunette dude with hippy glasses on. oh gosh.

"uh hey, i saw you walk in and i just wanna say i think you're extremely attractive" he said as he took the seat right next to me.

i took a long sip of my beer and turned to him and braced myself for this awkward and irrelevant conversation.

ian's pov:
i was watching mickey like a hawk. i almost forgot i was even on date with this guy who i had absolutely no interest in whatsoever.

"um hey uh i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick" ian said getting up, desperate to get away from this tiring atmosphere.

"okay, don't miss me too much" caleb said with a smirk and a wink as he took out his phone and started checking himself out in the camera.

okay ew. i got up with my eyes still on my mickey. he still hadn't noticed me yet so i started approaching him slowly. i was just a few feet away from him when some brunette guy swooped in right next to him and tapped his shoulder. the fuck? who is this guy? he sat down next to him and mickey started talking to him. it was clear to tell that he was interested in mickey and i didn't like that. i stood there and watched them and i started to feel myself getting annoyed.

mickey's pov:
okay i need to get the hell out of this conversation. now. this was supposed to be a relaxing time but obviously this guy had to come and ruin it.

"hey, what do you say we get out of here, huh?" he said, leaning in close to me and his breath reeked of tequila.

"not interested" i said backing away and looking forward again.

"oh, come on, you know i can show you a good time" he slurred, placing his arm on my back, his hand started going lower and lower until he suddenly got pushed back and punched in the nose.

ian's pov:
i could tell mickey was not interested in this clown. it was so obvious but i guess the guy was too oblivious to see it. i watched him as he started leaning in closely to mickey saying things slowly. i couldn't hear him but i didn't have to to know that i was pissed. i know we're broken up but that shit still makes me angry. even when we were dating, whenever me and mickey went out there were always guys staring at him and it made me furious. he was mine. i snapped out of my thoughts and saw this fucker's hand slowly making its way down to mickey's ass. i lost it. i ran up to him and pushed him back with force and quickly punched him right in the nose.

"owwww, what the hell man" he said, holding his now bloody nose.

"touch him like that again and see what happens" i said through gritted teeth as the man ran back into the crowd.

no ones pov:
ian slowly turned his head around to face a shocked mickey.

"ian?! what the fuck was that and what are you doing here?"

"oh, so you were gonna let a guy you don't even know put his hands on your ass" ian said through gritted teeth.

"how is that any of your business, you can't just show up after a year and do that shit! we're not together anymore i can do what i like".

"so you were gonna let him fuck you then, huh?"

"and what if i was?" mickey asked, smiling up at ian with a challenge look.

ian quickly pulled mickey to him by his waist and stared deeply into his eyes. mickey smirked up at ian and wrapped his arms  around his neck. ian moved his hands down to mickeys ass and gave it a tight squeeze and mickey gasped lightly. ian then crashed his lips against his and mickey quickly kissed him back. the kiss was so passionate and desperate like they had been waiting to do this for a long time, which they had. after a few minutes ian pulled away and looked at mickey, pressing their foreheads together.

"your mine"

"i'm yours"

let's just say caleb went home alone that night, and never heard from ian again.