Ian and Mickey are roommates. Ian has an abusive boyfriend. The argument based on the deleted scene from Mandy and Kenyatta. In the end, Mickey saves him.
Ian and Mickey have been roommates for about a year now. After Ian realized he couldn't pay for his two bed apartment alone, he made flyer and told people he had a room they could rent out. Mickey had seen the flyer at work so he gave Ian a call, after that, he moved in. Mickey and Ian both had stable jobs. Ian as an EMT and Mickey as a bartender. They hardly spoke to each other but the company was nice. Mickey remembered Ian from high school, not that he would admit, he did have a tiny crush on the ginger. That was until Ian's new "boyfriend" moved in, Miles.
Mickey wasn't really sure how long they were together. Miles seemed like an okay guy, but something was off about him. Late at night when Mickey was in his room he could hear him yell at Ian. He would yell at Ian for the smallest things. Ian would never yell back, but in the morning he could see new bruises, sometimes even a busted lip. Mickey would never comment or saying anything about, until one night.
"It's not like that!" Ian yelled. Him and Miles had been arguing. It was a little after 9, just about time Mickey got off from the bar. "Yeah whatever you say." Miles said in an angry voice. "I promise you." Ian said and gave a apologetic smile. "Promise, if I had a dime for every time I heard that." He said getting into Ian's personal space. Ian pushed him back but he kept coming closer. "Stop." Ian said with a little nervous laugh. But Miles didn't, he kept coming. Ian was standing by the table, "Stop." He said raising his shaken voice a bit. "Stop." Miles mimicked. Mickey was walking up the steps and was opening the door when Ian pushed Miles away. Miles laughed and right when Mickey walked in, he slapped Ian, hard.
"The fuck?" Mickey asked when Ian covered his face, slowly looking at Mickey. Ian looked back at Miles who stood there staring at Mickey, with anger in his eyes. Ian stood up from the table and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. "Fuck this." Miles said while walking into the room he and Ian shared. Mickey was shocked, what the hell was this guy's problem? He sat down his keys and hung up his jacket. Miles came out of the room with his bag. "Tell Ian I'll see him later." He demanded. Mickey stood in front of him and stared at him. "The hell you want?" Miles asked looking at Mickey. Miles was a little taller than Mickey, still he could take this asshole. "You touch him again, I'll break your fucking hand." Mickey warned. Miles gave a small dirty grin, "Whatever the fuck me and my boyfriend do, is none of your business." Mickey laughed, "Some boyfriend you are." He spoke back. Miles glared and then shoved Mickey out of the way. Before he opened the door he looked at Mickey. "Try it Milcovich, the moment he sees you beating me, your ass is on the street." Miles slammed the door and left. Mickey took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Asshole wasn't gonna lay another hand on Ian.
He walked over to the bathroom and before he could knock, Ian opened the door. The side of his face red, the tear marks stained. Ian flinched when he saw Mickey. "Hey, you alright?" Mickey asked using his comfort voice. Ian quickly smiled, "I'm fine, he's just uh, stressed." Ian said as he walked over to the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the table. He was getting emotional and Mickey noticed. Mickey walked behind him and touched his shoulder, "Ian?" He jumped a little and took a step back. "I'm sorry, I forgot to make dinner." He said with a forced smile. "Ian." Mickey said trying to get his attention. "You hungry, we have sandwiches and I can make some soup, or I can.." he rambled until Mickey cut him off. "Ian." He said calmly and stared at Ian's sad eyes.
"He said he would stop, he promised." Ian whispered as a tear came down his cheek. He made a sad smile and stared at Mickey. Mickey stared back at him with an apologetic look. "You're not married to him, you don't gotta keep up with his shit." Mickey said and Ian laughed. "It's alright I guess." He said and wiped his tear. "It's not like there's a line of guys outside my door anyway." He said with a little smile. Mickey made a discomfort face and looked down. He looked up to see Ian walking to his room. When he was about to open his door Mickey reached out and grabbed Ian's hand. Ian stared at their hands and looked up at Mickey. "I would." He said with a smile. "I'd wait, I'd wait for you." He then gently released Ian's hand. Ian smiled and nodded. "I know that, I've always known that." He stepped closer to Mickey and hugged him. He took in his scent. Mickey hugged back and held him tightly. "Good night Mickey." Ian whispered as he let go and walked into his room.
That night Mickey hardly slept. He tried so hard not to walk over to Ian's room. So badly he wanted to lay with Ian, he wanted to tell him how everything was gonna be okay. He wanted to hold him, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to hear him laugh. He really loved his laugh, now that Mickey was thinking about it, he hadn't heard Ians actual laugh in a long time. That fuckhead had to come along and mess Ian up, his Ian. Mickey listened to the silent cries in the room next to him. He hated this, he didn't want Ian to feel this way.
He woke up to music playing in the kitchen. He got up and walked into the living room. He saw Ian swaying his hips back and forth, his hips moving along to the music. Mickey walked over and sat at the table. Ian turned around and smiled at Mickey. "Morning." He said and continued mixing the eggs. "You hungry?" He asked and Mickey nodded. Ian smiled, "Good." This is the way he wanted to see Ian, he wanted him happy. They talked and joked during breakfast. Mickey finally heard Ian laugh, and damn, it was beautiful. Mickey smiled at Ian. "You a great guy." He said while Ian stopped mid-eating. "I wish I could show you how much of a great guy you are." Ian blushed and reached for Mickeys hand. " I think I'd really fucking love that." He said while smiling, Before Mickey could reach for his hand, the front door opened. Ian quickly moved his hand back and looked at Miles. "Hey babe." Miles greeted and walked over to Ian and Mickey. Ian didn't say anything but just stared at his food. Miles walked by and kissed Ian on the cheek. Ian tilted his head away and looked at Mickey, he's eyes desperately pleading. "Hey Mickey, can I talk to Ian?" Miles asked while giving a dirty grin. "Alone, please." He said glaring at Mickey.
Mickey looked at Ian then at Miles. He slowly got up and went to his room, getting his clothes so he could take a shower. Ian watched Mickey go into his room and got up. He moved over to the sink and stared working on the dishes. "What do you want?" He asked. Miles smiled and wrapped his arms around Ian's waist. Ian groaned, not from pleasure, but from disgust. "He's probably gonna be a while, wanna fool around?" Miles asked. Ian removed his hands and walked away from Miles. Ian searched for his words while Miles stood there looking at him. "You need to go." Ian finally spoke. Miles laughed, "What?" He asked, clearly upset. "Please go, I can't do this anymore, I don't want to do this anymore." Ian said while moving to the table. "You want be to go?" Miles asked stepping closer to him. Ian stood tall and nodded. Miles looked and him and began laughing. "Because of him?" He asked with anger. "What? You're fucking him?" He yelled. In the room Mickey was listening. He heard Miles raise his voice, which made his blood boil. As he was gonna grab the door handle, he heard Ian speak. "Yes Miles, him, I wanna be with him!" He yelled. "I deserve better than you." He said standing up. Miles got in front of him and pushed him back to the table. Ian had a hand in front of him, but he was already sitting on the table. "Really? That's some bullshit." He yelled and got off of Ian.
They were now in the living room. Ian spoke up, "Its not bullshit and you know it!" He yelled. "Fuck you!" Miles yelled. Ian followed after him watching the guys every move. Now Mickey came out of his room and saw Ian chasing after him. "Fuck you!" Ian yelled louder making Miles turn around. "Ian." Mickey called out but Ian ignored him. "I'm so tired of this shit!" Miles yelled and began to grab his jacket. "Well you're an asshole!" Ian yelled. Miles turned around quickly and grabbed Ian's wrist pushing him up against the wall. Practically spitting in his face he yelled. "What bitch? Shut the fuck up." Ian was against the wall and Mickey wanted to chop the guys head off now. Mickey looked at Ian, but Ian only smiled. "What? You gonna hit me again? Fucking hit me!" Ian yelled. Miles let go of Ian and hit the wall and screamed. He then flew everything off the table and Ian covered his head. Mickey ran to Ian and stopped in front of him. Mickey put his arm in front of Ian as Miles stepped closer to them. "Get the fuck out my way!" He yelled in Mickeys face. Mickey squeezed Ian tighter as the man yelled. Mickey let go and ran after him yelling. "Fucking walk away pussy!" He yelled. "Fuck you bitch!" Miles yelled. Mickey walked right behind him and yelled, "Asshole!" then loudly slammed the door.
Mickey took a deep breath, he did it, he fucking did it. He got that asshole out. Ian was safe, that's all that mattered. He smiled to himself and went back into the living room. Ian stood there looking at the other man. "Come here." Mickey said as Ian walked up to him. Their lips crashed together. The kiss was long and sweet. Ian smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Mickeys neck. They finally separated and Ian smiled. Mickey rubbed his cheek, "I promise you, Ian Gallagher, I won't let anyone hurt you again."
