Random OneShots

The bad boy

By: MiriamMT on Ao3

Gallavich

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Mickey pushed Ian against the wall playfully and quickly looked around if someone was looking.
But no one was in the streets and no one could see them anyways, the light above the door of Ian's house was broken and he had the ginger pushed into the dark corner of the front porch.

He pecked his lips and grinned at him, but it wasn't enough for Ian, he pulled him back in, catching his lips in a longer kiss.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" Mickey whispered.
"Never" Ian mumbled and pecked his lips now.

"Alright freckles, I need to go" Mickey chuckled but didn't move though, just stared up at him, Ian held on to the Milkovich's jacket.
"Oh you need to go?" He smiled and bit his lip
"Yeah, now" Mickey smiled too and brought a hand up to his boyfriends cheek.
"Right now, huh? No time to come inside?"

Mickey shook his head, still looking up into his eyes, he could make out his face in the shadows, he instinctively knew where his lips were, he memorized every cute freckle.

"Time for another kiss?"
Mickey grinned cheekily
"Last kiss, okay? I need to get home.", Mickey whispered and closed the gap between them again.
"I love you" Ian mumbled when they separated again.

Mickey looked at him with raised eyebrows.
The Ginger bit his lip and looked at their feet.
He toyed with the end of Mickeys jacket.

It was the first time Ian had said it. It was the first time either of them had said it.

Mickey could see the doubt and insecurity in his body language, he didn't need to be able to see his face to recognise the look on him.

He leaned in and pecked his lips again.
"Love ya too, freckles" he whispered.
Ian looked up again and smiled.

"Really?"
"Obviously, Bitch" Mickey chuckled "Think I'd just say that? I need to get home, you better show up tomorrow at the spot, huh, want more of 'em damn kisses"

Ian nodded and pecked his lips for the last time today and Mickey forced himself to let go off his boyfriend and leave the Gallagher home.

Ian leaned over the rail of the porch and looked after him until he rounded the corner.
The grinning ginger entered his house and walked through the living room.

Fiona and Lip sat there, arms crossed, staring at him - Ian hardly even noticed.
He felt like the happiest boy in the south side.

"Ian, come here, we need to talk"
Ian didn't like the tone in Fionas voice. He instinctively knew, his good mood would be gone within a couple of minutes.

Ian sat down across from them in the armchair.
"What is it?" He asked

"Ian" Fiona started "You know that we love and respect you and that we know that you're old enough to make your own decisions...."
"We want you to stop seeing Mickey" Lip interrupted since his sister wouldn't get to the point.

Ian looked at them in disbelief.
"What?"
"He isn't good for you Ian" Fiona tried calmly.
"How would you know who the fuck is good for me? You don't even know Mickey!"

"Well he certainly has a reputaion" Fiona leaned back into the couch which Lip took as his sign to speak.

"He has a record, and it's not too short. He was more often in juvie than in school! He is dangerous!"
"We live in the Southside who doesn't have a record? Carl has a record and was in juvie is he supposed to stay alone all his life? You were in prison too Fiona!"

"But Mickey is a Milkovich! Think about his father! He is a homophobic neo Nazi!"
"Mickey isn't his dad you fucktard!"
"Listen to me, Ian, He is aggressive and - and violent and probably abusive! You're gonna end like his mother!"