coming up for air

We've devoured each other in corners, swallowed the blood.

Since y'all liked the FUCK U-UP cross-stitch, here's the monster portrait I did last year...

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Ian, on one of the high chairs by the kitchen counter, gives a snort of a laugh – but off Liam’s offended stare, quickly says: “Not laughing at you. Just remembering asking my friend Mandy that once, when I was trying to figure out if this grumpy asshole I’d been seeing was into me or not.”

The look he throws Mickey’s way is decidedly teasing.

Mickey raises one eyebrow, but he’s grinning too. “Oh yeah? What she say?”

“To check if he got that look in his eye when I was with him.”

At that, Mickey’s smile immediately morphs into a (faint) scowl. “What fucking look?”

“Mmm, asked her that too. She said I’d know it when I saw it.”

“Did you?” Liam interjects, torn between being curious and being not quite ready to have this entire conversation be hijacked by Ian and Mickey being Ian and Mickey.

Ian shrugs. “Not then, no. Mick got sick of me staring at him, asked me what the fuck I was doing.”

“I was fucking right to,” Mickey says. He takes a sip of his beer. “Don’t remember it, though.”

“It was just after you got out of juvie for the second time. You know, right before you fucked Angie Zago.”

Liam is on the verge of asking Mickey you slept with women but clamps his mouth shut, because on second thought he doesn’t actually want to know. In fact, he wishes he knew far less about Mickey’s – and Ian’s – sex life than he does. It’s a small house. Thin walls.

“How did you know then?” he asks instead; does it quickly, because Ian and Mickey are eyeing each other with the sort of half-glare that usually turns into bickering proper or into them making out (or into both, more often than not).

“Knew what?” Ian asks, not looking away from Mickey.

Liam rolls his eyes. For a pretty sharp guy, Ian can get pretty damned ditzy when his husband is around. “That Mickey liked you.”

“Ah.” And now he turns towards Liam; the glare is gone and he’s grinning again; a little amused, a little smug. “Probably when he followed me all the way downtown and then beat up my date ‘cause he was jealous I was having a drink with another dude.”

And it’s at this point that Mickey starts spluttering into his beer and launches into a rant about how Ian wasn’t just having drinks he was going to bang some old grey-pubed pervert and Mickey wasn’t fucking jealous anyway he just didn’t have any fucking patience for walking corpses thinking they could ride whatever teenage dick they wanted just ‘cause they were fucking loaded.

Liam’s pretty sure he doesn’t need to hear this. Ian is eyeing him like maybe he’s thinking the same thing. He gets up and walks over to Mickey, crowding him, putting his large hand around the back of his husband’s head with a small smirk like is that so, huh.

Liam takes it as his cue to leave. Maybe he can find Debbie, ask her instead. Or Lip.

He pauses on the way out, though. “Ian?”

When his older brother straightens – breaking away from Mickey muttering who the fuck says I even like you, asshole against his lips – and gives him a questioning look, he continues: “You ever see the look?”

This took so lonngg

You can read it here or start from the beginning here !

"I always carry a knife with me" Mickey continued, bringing his attention back to the tall one. "And burnin' shit feels good" "So arsonist and a danger to public safety" Ian responded, without taking his eyes off the ink on the boy's hands. “Just my type” When Mickey just let out a snort and turned his head toward the ground, the other seemed to soften his voice when he spoke again. It felt almost like the rays of light pulling on his back and leaving thick drops of sweat on him. "I think you're fuckin' real, Mick. But you don't know how to be"

OR - Mickey's a slut for Ian in uniform - even the thought of it, even if it's just the combat boots, especially if it's the boots.

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"You know what happened to your fucking combat boots? And cargos?" Mickey asks casually, shoving the clothes Ian's throwing his way into a fresh garbage bag.

Ian snorts, "Yeah. I grew out of them." 

There's a sound clicking in Mickey's throat, a little tsk, little disappointed but should've seen that coming - Ian's a whole ass man now, it's been years, course he grew out of 'em.

Ian's done throwing clothes his way, headed down the ladder as Mickey passes the bag to him - reappearing moments later with an empty box.

They've been in the apartment for four weeks now.

It's good. They're getting used to it. Mickey's finally sleeping well, they got the bed out of the accordion room and some makeshift curtains that are better than a plastic bag. 

Lip announced he's really selling the house, told everyone as they rolled into the place after Frank's funeral. The heavy reality already sitting thick and he just had to top it up. It's fine, Ian knew about it anyway. They all knew. Just different to confirm it. The Gallagher sibling's lives officially morphing into something different, maybe something better - no more father, no more house.

The night ended up being a rager, Ian's pretty sure half the fuckers from back of the yards were in their yard. Frank would have loved it.

Ian and Mickey took the opportunity to get ahead of everyone else and start packing their shit up. And Ian's got a lot of shit, apparently, more than he thought he did, a lot of shit no one else wants to take. 

Mickey's surrounded by clutter, not that clutter is unfamiliar, just this clutter is different. Shit he doesn't know, hasn't seen, Ian hasn't seen. Fiona swept through the attic while she was in town, but only managed to make it messier than when she started. There's cobwebs in the corners, shelves and boxes overflowing, barely room to stand and move. Ian keeps examining things quizzically, keeps saying he remembers most things, at least the things that were theirs - the bulk of it haunting the space from distant Gallagher's past.

He swipes a finger across the old stack of Men of War comics he noticed earlier - thinks of freckle-faced, fringe cut Ian reading them  - brushes off thick dust between his pointer and thumb, "'You gonna get another pair? Of boots?"

Ian's too tall for this space, hunched over awkwardly as he moves things around and Mickey's not going to hear the end of complaints of his back by the time they're in bed tonight. "Don't need 'em anymore. Had them for ROTC, then the army."

Mickey stares. Can't help it.

Remembering exactly how Ian looked in his G.I. Joe getup. Thick black boots laced high, stomping all over the place, camouflage pants with a tight belt, grey shirt fitted tight over his muscles, gun in hand. Gun in hand. Fuck. 

Mickey's always loved a uniform.

Ian looks at him after the silence; watches the grin slowly spread on his husband's face, a tilt back of the head, a tongue in his cheek.

"You fucking serious?" Ian scoffs, a matching grin on his lips, pulls the rag from his shoulder and throws it directly at his husband's chest. "You're ridiculous."

There's a beat of laughter as Ian returns to his sifting, "Don't tell me you wouldn't be all over it, hot-shot. You'd be fucking leaking just lacing them up!" 

"I'd make you lace them up." Ian challenges, certain, doesn't even look at him when he says it.

The air silently rushes out of Mickey's lungs. 

Time to unleash all your creativity and imagine what would happen if Ian and Mickey's story was a little bit different... or maybe A LOT different: it's A.U.gust!

For this event, all kinds of fanworks are accepted as long as they're original (and as always, no AI). They can be full on A.U.s, canon-divergent, crossovers, you name it!

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