Gallavitch Oneshots

Change of plans

Original Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/atir8891/pseuds/atir8891

Summary: The boys get into a big fight after Ian does something he shouldn't and Mickey says something he instantly regrets. It's clear that they need to work on some things unless they want the past to keep haunting them.

Text: As Mickey steps foot in the bar he's supposed to meet Ian in tonight, he immediately starts scanning the room for a sign of his husband. It's been a long day at work, and Mickey can't fucking wait to just have a few drinks with Ian and relax for a while before heading home together, happy and pleasantly drunk. They've been doing this sort of thing more and more, lately. It's kind of like date night, but their own special version of date night, which consist of knocking back beers and hard liquor at a not too hipstery, gay-friendly bar like the one he finds himself in right now.

After a handful of seconds that feel like hours, eager as he is to spend the evening with his husband and not have to interact with anyone else, he finally manages to spot him. Only when he does, bile rushes up his throat and his whole world seems to crash down on him in an instant.

Ian is sitting on a stool at the bar while some douchebag is all over him like a rash, mouth close to Ian's ear like he's whispering something to him and left hand slowly creeping on Ian's thigh. The rational part of Mickey's brain is trying to tell him that Ian looks really uncomfortable and has his palms on the asshole's chest like he's tentatively pushing the guy away from him. But all Mickey can really see at the moment is a soon-to-be-dead fucker slobbering all over his husband and said husband indulging the moron far longer than he fucking should. The disgusting scene he's witnessing is making his blood boil and his vision turn blurry.

Before he knows it, because he can't stomach any more of this sickening display, Mickey's stomping towards them in a rage-induced frenzy that should make any sensible person around instantly freeze in terror and stay the fuck out of his way, unless they want to be met with hell and fury. Fortunately the place isn't packed, otherwise Mickey would end up inflicting some serious damage to some really unlucky patrons in his march to the bar.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Mickey shouts at a high volume when he gets to them, mostly because of how angry he is but also to make sure he's heard clearly above the loud chatter and music.

Ian goes all wide-eyed and shocked as soon as he hears Mickey's voice and lays eyes on him. He tries to shove the guy off himself a little more energetically, but still ultimately fails to get rid of him. The drunken jackass, for his part, seems to take an annoyingly long amount of time to even register a new presence beside them, as he starts to pull his face away from Ian's neck in exasperating slow motion.

"Who the fuck are you?" He slurs his words like his brain is making an extraordinary effort just to produce that simple sentence and make it come out past his lips. Mickey's murdering rage is only exponentially increasing the longer he's exposed to this utter moron.

"Who the fuck am I?! I'm his fucking HUSBAND, that's who I am, you little bitch!" With that he's pulling the prick off of Ian completely, making him fall from his bar stool and causing him to end up laying on his side on the sticky floor of the bar. The dude at least has the decency to pass right the fuck out he's so drunk, taking him off the equation completely as Ian and Mickey are left there to deal with the aftermath.

Mickey is panting harshly, more out of his still-present boiling anger than out of physical exertion. He glances at Ian, who's now even more wide-eyed and shell-shocked than before. When he meets Mickey's eyes, his expression quickly turns into something apologetic. He doesn't look guilty exactly, more like he's worried that he's now going to have to explain himself and do a really fucking good job of it too. Mickey thinks he's definitely not fucking wrong about that, but he also suddenly realizes he can't really bear to look at Ian's face anymore right now. He's too pissed off, and hurt, and god knows whatever else he's feeling, but it's nothing good. So after shooting him one more vicious look filled with irritation and disappointment, he turns to leave the place as quickly as he can.