Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Mess Me Around

By: cantfuckinbelievethis

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Summary:

My Prompt: Ian is asked what Mickey loves about him by a just-got-dumped Lip. The question stays with him as he struggles to find one solid reason why he still deserves Mickey after all he has put him through. With devious intention, Svetlana implies that her pseudo-husband is a size queen and Ian happens to have a packing nine-inches. Ian is instantly horrified of the prospect of Mickey leaving him, so he tries even harder than before to please Mickey both in bed and every other aspect.

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A dumped Lip was a pissy Lip. 

    Everyone knew this. For the Gallaghers, it was a sort of expected trait. All of the Gallaghers were pretty pissy after being dumped, so all of them just expected it from one another. For the Milkoviches, it was a learned experience. When Mandy and Mickey dumped their respective Gallaghers for mistreating them and generally being dickbags, the other Milkovich then experienced the horror that was a dumped Gallagher. Mandy and Lip never got back together, but Mickey and Ian did. 

    So, while Mandy was off living her wonderful new life in New York, Mickey was stuck around Lip, who had just been dumped by the latest chick who’d had enough of his crap. Of course, he assumed that he was not at fault in any way and this chick was clearly a delusional psychopath. Lip was in the middle of telling Ian and Mickey exactly why and how this girl had betrayed him, when Mickey stood up and left, not able to handle listening to this absolute bullshit any longer. Ian, however, was then stuck listening to his brother’s whining all alone. As Mickey left, he shot him a glare and Mickey responded by sticking his tongue out childishly, escaping out the backdoor and no doubt heading off to The Alibi. 

    ‘And then can you believe what she said to me, Ian? Ian? Ian, are you even listening to me?!’ 

    Ian sighed in defeat and turned back to his brother. ‘Yeah, Lip, I’m listening. What did she say?’ 

    ‘Bitch said to me that she couldn’t find one thing she loved about me. Like…what the fuck?’ 

    ‘You mean calling her bitch didn’t provoke any warm and fuzzy feelings?’ 

    ‘Fuck off. Like, what does anyone love about anyone really? Does Mickey love anything about you?’ 

    Ian opened his mouth, about to list off a number of things, but then realised he didn’t know the answer to that question. He and Mickey had been together for around seven years then, but he had no idea what his boyfriend loved about him. It wasn’t like he could just go ahead and ask Mickey. He had made some definite developments in the emotional and romantic side of the relationship, but Ian wasn’t sure how he would react to that. 

    It wasn’t like Ian was even sure why Mickey should love him anyway. After all the shitty things he’d done, he wouldn’t have taken himself back, let alone love anything about him. Maybe this was just the self-loathing talking, but he was pretty sure there couldn’t be one reason why Mickey loved him. He was suddenly hit with a flash of panic. Lip continued on his rant without the answer, but Ian’s interest slowly dwindled as he struggled to think of a reason. 

    Why the fuck did Mickey love him? 

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Ian had no idea who else to ask. He knew he could just ask Mickey, but he was still too nervous to even think about that. On some level, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer straight from the horse’s mouth. He also didn’t want to accidentally make Mickey aware that he was no great shakes and he should dump him immediately. No, he wanted to hide his unlovable self from Mickey for as long as possible.