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A man with inky black hair comes striding into view from the back, and Ian has to remind himself to breathe when he comes face to face with Mickey Milkovich and his piercing blue eyes and his stern, handsome face.

“Can I help you?” he asks, and oh, Ian’s heart does a funny little flutter upon hearing his voice. It’s the same voice that’s been whispering into Ian’s ears a year ago, and Ian just can’t believe that he’s here right now, actually listening to the man speak.

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Based on @callivich ’s Gallavich Valentine’s Day Bingo Prompts:

you were meant to be near me

As Mickey swims in and out of consciousness, he wonders why the bronze candelabra — the thing Terry had opted to use as a weapon to bash him upside the head until he lost consciousness — has a naked baby sculpted onto it. It’s much later when he’s paralysed by pain and freezing his balls off that his brain helpfully supplies, “That’s not a random naked baby, it’s Cupid, you idiot.”

Three blocks away, a freshly-medicated Ian wonders numbly why Patsy’s Diner has an ugly bronze candelabra with Cupid carved onto its stem, sitting on the shelf under the TV. The thing doesn’t even fit in with the whole 80’s vibe that the diner’s got going on. Oddly enough, it’s the only thing that manages to hold his attention as he goes through the motions on his first day washing dishes at Patsy’s.

Or:

Ian and Mickey both unconsciously pray to Cupid in time of need. Cupid answers.

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Chapters: 10/10

you were meant to be near me

Chapter 5 is here! :D

Here’s a short excerpt:

On February 19th, Ian receives a DM from Mandy on his smoke break, the short message making his heart skip three beats:

mands_milkovich_: mick’s awake

you were meant to be near me

Chapter 10 of 10 is here!! :’D

Here’s an excerpt:

Fiona Gallagher answers it. She looks unimpressed upon seeing him.

“Oh, hey Mickey,” she says, one hand going on her hip as she looks him up and down.

“Ay, Fiona. Came by to check on Ian.”

Straight to the point. Why not, right?

“That right?” Fiona says coolly.

Mickey sighs. “Yeah. Is he okay?”

Another once-over from the mama bear.

“He’ll be okay. Not his first rodeo.” She finally relents, opening the door wider for Mickey to step through. The house is chaotic, with toys and school books strewn around in the living room; but it’s also warm and smells like a bakery.

This was written based on @callivich ’s Gallavich Valentine’s Day Bingo Prompt 🌻🩵🧡🌻🩵🧡

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you were meant to be near me

Chapter 9 of 10 is here!

Here’s a rather angry excerpt:

Mickey Milkovich is a lot of things, but one thing he definitely isn’t is pathetic.

So if Daniels — Caleb Daniels, the very same one who’d sent Ian that flirty text on Valentine’s Day, with the black heart emoji and the suggestive wording — wants to stake his fucking claim on Ian, then he can go right the fuck ahead.

you were meant to be near me

Chapter 7 is here~!

Chapter summary: Ian and Mickey finally sit down to talk — for real this time. Together, they learn more about the candelabras.

Excerpt:

It’s a text message from someone named Caleb, and even though Mickey doesn’t mean to, he ends up reading part of the text by accident, seeing as the two of them were literally just watching something on Gallagher’s phone a second ago.

Caleb: c’mon ian, it’s valentines day 🖤 what say you and I spend a little—

Mickey shifts away from Gallagher in his seat, clearing his throat and pretending not to have seen the text.

you were meant to be near me

Chapter 6 is here 🧡🩵

Summary:

Mickey Milkovich might have fallen for the guy he’d haunted while he was in limbo, fighting for his life. This alien-looking EMT, this Ian Gallagher dude. It’s taken Mickey nearly a year to come to terms with the fact that, yes, his Limbo Memories are all real — now he has to face his saviour, head-on, too?

Great. Just perfect. Figures.

No rest for the wicked, right?

you were meant to be near me

Chapter 2 is up! Excerpts:

Here’s the thing about Mickey Milkovich: he likes things that are embedded in good ol’, solid reality. So please excuse him for freaking the fuck out when he turns and sees himself lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

Because how can that be? He’s standing right here, and yet there he is as well, on the floor, unconscious.

He feels like passing out for a hot second, but the sheer absurdity of it all has him chuckling weakly at himself because—

You’re already passed out on the floor, Milkovich, what the fuck?

“Okay,” he says to himself, “okay okay okay. Shit.”