"It's fuck all about heat or chemistry or any such shit, Gallagher. You and me...it's just a thing that cannot happen. The sooner we both accept that, the better off we'll be."
BY - SHAMELESSQUESTIONS ON AO3
Ian's life is stable, he's in a relationship, has a job and finally takes his meds. But something's missing. Someone.
Sorry for the mistakes, there probably are some typos, plus English is not my first language.
Ian's life was a mundane, pointless existence. Until eyes so blue it gave him chills, caught his like a bullet. He knew his life would change indefinitely the day he met the Southside thug Mickey Milkovich.
"He's, uh, he's in critical condition, Mick."
Mickey just wanted some ice cream. He didn't mean for the night to turn out the way it did; blood and glass converging into one with his boyfriend's breaths fading to almost nothing.
They are posion to each other. They aren't supposed to be together. It's them against the world.
It's one against the other. Will they give in or follow different ways?