#first gallavich fanfic

[panevanbuckley]

how do u mark a fic as read?????????? I don't have that button! what is this sorcery???!!!?? :O

ahh okay sorry it's literally a month late 😭

a lot of people saw this post and apparently didn't know the mark as read feature existed (which ??? i'm 95% sure y'all will recognise it once you read this post)

so anyways. say you're like me and are scrolling for a very specific fic but during that scrolling you pass a fic that also intrigues you. but you don't wanna read it yet. you also don't trust yourself to open a new tab and not lose it so you use the mark for later button!

you'll see it at the top of any fic (example below)

click this. and boom! fic has now been added to your mark for later list. which can be found under history and marked for later on your account

but if you're anything like me you probably won't actually use that list because you switch hyperfixations far too often

it does come in handy still though because when (read: if) you return to this ship/fandom and are yet again scrolling for a good fic it can help you identify fics you've read before or not. usually i'll see something that sounds interesting, open it, and either it will be bookmarked already or it will have this new button at the top:

mark as read my beloved 🥰 means this fic caught my eye in the past but i never got around to actually reading it. so yay! new fic to read!!

(unless, like in the original post, i somehow either forgot to then mark the fic as read after reading it or for some reason never bookmarked it and then i trick myself into thinking i've not seen it 💀)

[sluttygallavich]

Ian and Mickey looking into each others eyes while Mickeys slapping Ian’s cock on his tongue and sucking the life out of him 😝😌😍

Mickey hears all the Lady Gaga queers collectively gasp when he pulls Ian’s half-hard length from his jeans. He’s not surprised. The two of them were still watching from the sidelines when the others started throwing their clothes around, and, frankly, Mickey didn’t see anything to write home about. Nothing like his husband’s gorgeous pink cock—nine inches, cut, and curved just so to get Mickey seeing stars on every thrust.

He feels more than he sees the others stopping to watch on appreciatively as Mickey gives Ian a few leisurely pumps to plump him up to full hardness before dropping to his knees at Ian’s feet. He tugs Ian’s jeans down and helps him step out of them, Ian taking himself in hand to continue stroking himself slowly, the slit of his cock already beading with pre-cum.

Mickey runs tattooed fingers up the back of Ian’s thighs and settles his hands on Ian’s ass, squeezing possessively. He looks up to Ian’s face and his heart gives a violent kick when he finds Ian’s hooded eyes already trained on him. Fuck. They haven’t really discussed this. What they want to do, what they’re comfortable with. Not the way they probably should have. But with their eyes locked on each other now, Mickey just knows. He belongs to Ian, and Ian to him. Signed, witnessed, and notarized, bitch.

Mickey’s never been too keen on sharing what’s his—probably something to do with growing up dirt poor and having to fight for every last scrap—and he’s sure as hell not about to start now, not when he’s finally got the one fucking thing in his life that’s ever been worth a damn. Worth everything.

Ian uses his free hand to run his fingers gently through Mickey’s hair before gripping on tight, and looking into his blazing eyes, Mickey just knows. Same page.

Keeping his eyes locked on Ian’s, Mickey opens his mouth and presents his tongue. Something inside him has settled in Ian’s gaze and now all he wants is to have Ian inside him. To taste him. To claim him and be claimed.

Ian groans as he slaps his heavy cock on Mickey’s outstretched tongue once, twice, three times before Mickey closes his lips around the tip so he can get a taste. Ian pulls back out and uses the dripping head to smear his pre-cum around Mickey’s lips before tugging on Mickey’s hair and issuing a single command.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Mickey nods wordlessly and lets his mouth fall back open, tongue out and greedy as he waits for Ian to start slowly feeding him his length. Everything around them sort of whites out then—the strings of bright patio lights, the grating pop music, the heat of other men’s eyes.

Let these fuckers look all they want. Mickey even kind of loves the idea, if he’s being honest. Let them see how good they are together. How good they have it. Let them turn green with envy when Mickey takes all of Ian down this throat, eyes watering but still locked with Ian’s, and starts to suck the life out of him.

But let no one dare touch Mickey Milkovich’s husband. Not unless they want to lose a fucking limb.

[gallafics]

𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚌'𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚜

Category — My Comfort Fics (No Major Spoilers)

“The Fight For You” by WishIHadWings

Complete. 45 chapters. 328k words. Explicit Mexico AU. Slow burn. Cheating. Smutty. Angsty. Fluffy. End game but detailed Mickey/OMC. Brief Ian/Trevor.

Beautiful dynamic. Their chemistry is INSANE in this fic. The build up is phenomenal. The reunion sex is chefs kiss perfection. Say what you want but one of my fav tropes is “Mickey/Ian in a relationship and cheating to be with Ian/Mickey.” Parts of this fic are so painful to read, the angst gets ANGSTY in this one. (Full review — coming soon!)

“You can’t hurry love” by @crazynadine (Ao3)

Complete. 43 chapters. 464k words. Explicit. Graphic depictions of violence. Rape/non-con. Angsty. Smutty. Happy ending. Drug abuse. Domestic Violence. Slow burn.

This fic is one I hold so close to my heart. I relate to a lot of things in this fic. With that being said, please read the trigger warning and take care of your mental health when reading as it deals with some pretty heavy themes. Ian and Mickey are both with others but when they give in and finally come back together is literally so beautiful. Definitely a must read! (Full review — coming soon!)

“Silent Pain in Emerald Eyes” by @takeyourpillsbitchh (Ao3)

WIP. 7 chapters. 54k words. Explicit. Graphic depictions of violence. Rape/non-con. Angsty. Suicidal thoughts. PTSD. Mute!Ian Gallagher. Therapist!Mickey. Taboo relationship — therapist/patient. Happy ending. Romantic tension. Sexual tension. Mutual Pining.

This fic being incomplete doesn’t some me from rereading it over and over. This is another that I would say to definitely make sure you read the trigger warning and make sure you’re in a good mental space. It also deals with some pretty heavy themes. Mickey and Ian’s connection in this fic is unmatched for me, they just get each other so well in this one. They both have been through so many traumatizing things and Mickey uses his trauma to help Ian heal from his trauma in a healthy way. It’s quite beautiful. I literally wait with bated breath for the author to update! (Full Review — Coming soon)

“The Crimes Surrounding Ian Gallagher” by RumbleFish14

Rereleased WIP. 11 chapters. 85k words. Graphic depictions of violence. Major character death. Rape/non-con. Underage. Angsty. Smutty. Strangers to lovers. Ghosts. Detective!Mickey. Ghost!Ian. Love at first sight. Murder. Underage sex/relationship. Mystery with a twist.

This is one of the first fics I ever read when I joined the fandom, when I tell you I about peed my pants when I realized the author reuploaded this fic I’m not kidding. I actually squealed. It is a beautiful, intricate, detailed story and writes as a true mystery novel with hints of romance. I do know the ending as I have the original downloaded, and I’m confident to say it’s a happy ending, but I’m not sure if I should upload the download link? I will have to get in touch with the author somehow! Please, give this fic a chance if you feel your mental can handle it, it’s truly an amazing read. (Full review — coming soon)

[romidoes]

— my heart is yours to take

[heymacy]

Ian closes the door behind them. He turns around, plans on asking Mickey if he’d like to talk or eat something or maybe just hang out for a little bit. But before he can do any of those things, Mickey’s lips are on his in a fiery, heated exchange. Pent-up arousal, still simmering. Oh. Well. That works too.

Rating: E

Word Count: 6,605

NEW TAGS: frottage, sexting, phone sex, dates (the activity not the fruit), birthdays

READ ON AO3

[jessij1997]

@twinklyylights and @galladrabbles here's another drabble for the inspiring weekly prompt 'thank you'

"Hey"

"Hey" tembling voice, shattering hands.

"What's up Red?"

"I found out Frank isn't my dad"

"Oh. That's kinda good?"

"I don't know. Doesn't matter anyway."

"Thank you for your visit yesterday man."

Ian hears the smile through the phone. He smiles too. Silence.

"You visit me again?"

Now Ian was goofy grinning ear to ear.

"You want me to visit you?"

"Shut up asshole"

He hears the smile in Mickeys voice. He knew Mickey couldn't speak freely.

"You miss me?"

Silence.

"When I've to visit you again you have to admit it"

"Hell... yes" He whispered smiling.

[ms-moonlight-inn]

🥳 Here we go! 🥳

Gallavich Week 2004, Day 1

Thank you, as always, to the wonderful @gallavichthings for hosting this event. 🫶

This is my submission for the Lost/Found prompt.

An alternative first meeting, meet-cute.

(bingo card under the cut)

[ardent-fox]

Hello and welcome to my first fic! A huge thank you to everyone who hyped me up when posting snippets of it (and all the other WIPs I've been working on), I hope the finished product lives up to it <3

Word count: 6.8K Rating: Explicit Tags: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Sex, Smut, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Dacryphilia, Crying, Vulnerability, Aftercare, Established Relationship, Post-Canon Summary: "I know what comes over you when we do this sometimes," he declares, the revelation taking Mickey by surprise, outstretched arm dropping to his side. "You don't have to fight it anymore." Mickey gets emotional during sex. Ian encourages him to embrace it.

[read here on AO3]

[anychou]

MICKEY WASN'T JUMPING ON THE BED

"What happened to you?"

"Fuck off Lip!"

Ian chuckles at the interaction between his husband and his brother. Of course out of all the people in the Gallagher's living room when they entered, Lip had to be the one acknowledging the brace on Mickey's right shoulder. That's just his luck. Right when Mickey had stopped complaining!

"Did you fall?" Liam asked.

"More like bounced!" Ok, so given the death glare he's just received from Mickey Milkovich Gallagher, it is too early to laugh about it. That shit is funny though. Ian will definitively tell the story when things have settled down a little.

Oh shit! Lip got what happened, Ian can see it in his fucking crooked smile. He looks at his brother intently, trying to convey his begging to not say anything. Lip sees it, understands it. The brothers can communicate with one look only.

"How's the air mattress treating you, Mick? Any bouncy sex lately?" Asshole!

"Oh shit!" That's Debbie and Carl in unison when they finally understand the origin of their brother in law injury.

"I don't want to know!" Liam says, he understands he's missing something and that it's sex related. Enough information for him to know he doesn't need any more. It seems sometimes his siblings forget he's just a child after all. Liam swiftly exits the room as Ian - very much to Mickey dismay - starts recounting how his husband ended up dislocating his shoulder.

"Wow," Carl says with disturbing admiration, "you're... like... very strong!" Ian cannot hide his proud smile. He's about to answer when Mickey cuts him off, obviously done with all the Gallagher 'no privacy' nonsense.

"Yeah, surprise, I like it hard! Are we done? Can we go?" Mickey is already in the move as he speaks

"Where're you going?" Debbie asks.

"To buy a new bed." Ian's answer is matter-of-fact and his siblings reactions seem to state that it's the evident course of action.

"Gallagher!" Mickey's exasperated tone as he shouts from the open front door tells Ian he needs to get to moving now. But he cannot help one last cocky comment as he joins his husband.

"Yeah, sure, let's bounce!"

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Six Some Sentence Sunday Monday

thanks for tagging me @mmmichyyy and @energievie

this is part of one of the three fics im bouncing between. the other two are very heavy and this is the fun one.

Coming home to find his husband sprawled out nearly naked and half conscious on their kitchen floor was becoming a little too expected for Ian’s comfort. 

It was the hottest day of the year in Chicagoland, and Ian was sure the sizzling pavement was going to melt through the bottoms of his shoes, though that could be the humidity making his mind wander sluggishly and deliriously.

They’d been doing just fine, with the fancy central air at their apartment, deciding that the month of July was exempt from their usual frugality when it came to the electric bill. That was until the power grid crumbled under the heavy burden of every fan, air conditioning, and freezer in the city. 

But he has ice, he fought tooth and nail (waited in a long line) for two whole bags of ice for his husband, which he was carrying home like a warrior returning from the hunt. 

Because Mickey wilted in the heat. Ian wanted to make fun of him for it, and he had a little bit, back when they were kids living in the Milkovich house, the way he turned pink and sweaty with pretty, droopy eyelids in the hottest summer months. 

tagging @jrooc @lingy910y @callivich @mybrainismelted @sam-loves-seb

[ohkate]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich Additional Tags: ABO, Alpha/Omega, heat - Freeform, Rut, Ian Gallagher Loves Mickey Milkovich, Mickey Milkovich Loves Ian Gallagher, Protective Ian Gallagher, Top Ian Gallagher/Bottom Mickey Milkovich, Implied Mpreg If You Squint - Freeform, Canon Divergence, tropey mctropey, my suppressants aren't working!, whatever will i do?, if only my low key soul mate was here to help, oh wait he is

Summary: When Mickey goes into an unexpected heat, Ian's there to help.

[jrooc]

First of Ten

Thank you for the tags @energievie @roryonic @sgtmickeyslaughter @rayrayor @bawlbrayker This game is so fun! And I feel so honoured being tagged by you beautiful writers.

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

Mickey walked out into the courtyard of his family’s estate and threw the bottle of expensive scotch so hard it shattered against a nearby tree. He relished the destructiveness of it. (Dear Gentle Gallavich Reader)

Mickey walked into the Library and up to the Bar in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters–or the X-Mansion (depending on the time of day)--where the teachers hung out at night. (Wolverine vs. Gallagher)

Mickey saw him across the bar that first time. (I was lost but your fool)

The first time Ian saw him, he was out for a ride with three other friends from his cycling club for a morning road bike ride. (In My Veins Like Lighting)

Ian was hot shit in the kitchen. He knew it and his classmates at culinary school knew it. (If You Can't Stand the Heat)

It had been 8 months. 8 months since Mickey and Ian had reconciled. (Staring at the Sun)

Ian sat outside the Garden Springs Spa, hidden from the entrance in a basement stairwell. His face was throbbing from where Mickey kicked him a few days ago but he was more focused on the pain in his broken heart. (Prosthetic Love)

Mickey wakes up with a gasp. (Redemption Tale)

They get back to the Gallagher house from the Alibi, arms around each other, holding each other up. (Confessions. Post s4E11 Emily)

Ian’s asleep but his phone is buzzing. (Drunk Text)

The Pattern? There’s much walking and sitting. Many actions 😆 The ones I like create intrigue lmao. No dialogue here.. might have to try that. This was a great exercise lol. I learnt things.

Tagging @ms-moonlight-inn @suzy-queued @whatthebodygraspsnot @celestialmickey @thepupperino

@the-rat-wins @goodkwuestion @gallavichgeek @stocious @transmurderbug

@palepinkgoat @mmmichyyy @deedala @notherenewjersey

[sluttygallavich]

Mickey hears Ian breathe—I'm ready—and has to squeeze his eyes shut so this isn't all over before it even begins.

"I want you to. I– Mick, I want you," Ian whispers into the sliver of space still separating them. "Want you inside."

"Jesus Christ–"

Mickey is fumbling to get himself into position, but he hears Ian's soft laugh. A little shaky. Nervous, but trying not to be.

"Just Ian is fine," he quips.

Mickey blinks his eyes open in surprise and takes in Ian's half-quirked smirk. And just like that, all the pressure squeezed into the too small cell, all the expectation, all the years of fucking buildup leading to this moment—it all just releases into the recycled air and gets sucked up into the prison's ventilation system until there's nothing left but their bunk and their bodies and Ian's hand wrapping around the back of Mickey's neck, pulling him closer. Just them. Just Ian and Mickey.

Mickey snorts and presses a smiling kiss to Ian's chapped lips.

"Idiot."

"Yeah, but your idiot."

Mickey presses their foreheads together, both of them still grinning around the other's lips, and closes that final bit of distance, the tip of his cock pushing into Ian for the first time.

[gallafics]

𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚌'𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠

Title: Quatervois Author: @dodgerbear84 (Ao3)

Rating: Explicit Series: N/A

Chapters: 8/8 Word Count: 51.5k

Archive Warnings: No Warnings Used

Favorite Character: Two lovely side characters; a bartender named Cam & Mickey’s friend Kenny. And of course our boys.

Least Favorite Character: I didn’t have any characters in particular that I disliked, but Gracie’s mom?? iykyk

Ao3 Summary: “Quatervois (Qua-ter-vwa): A crossroads; a critical decision or turning point in one’s life.

Closeted soldier Mickey meets farmer Ian in a bar when on leave from his base in the Deep South and discovers that making the leap toward happiness isn't as tough when you have someone on your side.”

Review: This fic actually blew me away. The writing style is extremely cinematic and had me convinced I actually just watched a movie instead of reading a book. I could vividly picture Ian’s farm, their facial expressions, the bar, the creek—everything. I felt like I was there watching it in person.

Mickey and Ian’s build up in this fic is beautiful. Their flirtation is both cute and sexy while also having hints of pining and being slight idiots. Mickey falling for Ian in this fic is a favorite of mine because it’s so obvious how much they want one another but have things that are keeping them apart.

This fic really has it all. There’s spice, there’s banter, theres fluff, there’s lust and longing and perfect comedic timing! It’s all around a beautiful fic that has made its way to my personal downloads because I will be re-reading it!

Spoilers Below↓

Favorite Moment: So, I’m a sucker for the moments in a story that just rip your heart out and absolutely stomp on it in front of you, so, I would say my favorite part is when Mickey is leaving the state, getting ready to deploy and he and Ian are saying good-bye…

“Don’t think about what you’re leaving behind. Think about the bright future ahead of you. Promise me you won’t dwell on us saying goodbye.” Mickey’s heart clenched tightly in his chest. “I promise.”

Equally favorite moment is their first meeting, it’s so tense and Ian’s so nice and Mickey is gay panicking and ends up being an asshole

“I wasn’t asking to be your friend. I was just being friendly. Big difference. Sorry to have offended” Mickey watched as Ian headed back to his corner and felt irrational anger bubble up inside him. “What? You’re not gonna thank me for my service?” Ian laughed loudly and hollowly, turning to face Mickey and lifting the hem of his black shirt up to his chin. Mickey gaped at the display of rock hard abs and firm pectoral muscles. It lasted a moment before he spotted the livid red skin of severe but well healed burns covering the left side of Ian’s body from waist to armpit. “You gonna thank me for mine? Didn’t think so. Drink your beer, soldier, I won’t bother you again.”

Honorable mentions, their first kiss, Mickey visiting the creek, the conversation about Ian’s bed (iykyk), still obsessing over their reunion, the waterfall scene (!!) and so so many other good moments in this one!!

Favorite quote(s):

“Anything happens to Ian and you’ll have this whole bar looking for you.”

“You totally fed it.” “The fuck you on about?” “The stray cat. You fed it. You make out like you’re this tough badass but you have a caring side”

“I just… I ain’t ever… this is all… wow fuck. Kiss one guy and you use your grip on life.”

“There’s a sight I could never get tired of seeing.” Ian leered. “Me sweating my tits off while I try to stay fit enough to be a soldier even though I drink beer like water and smoke more than a funeral home chimney?”

“Nobody has ever touched me there.” Ian mumbled against Mickey’s mouth. “You’re beautiful.” Mickey had never said those words to anyone before.

“Then you came along. You, with your fucking attitude problem and killer smile.”

There were honestly so many moments in this fic that made me insanely happy and have stuck in my brain. It’s such a beautiful story. If you haven’t read it 10000/10 recommend, if you have read it? Go read it again!!!

Final thoughts: The plot was plotting. The spice was spicy. The romance was romancing. The chemistry was off the charts. I cried. I laughed. And everyone in the gym probably thought the lady on the treadmill was crazy cause I couldn’t stop grinning at my phone! Amazingly, beautiful, cinematic masterpiece!!

Thank you so much, DodgerBear, for blessing us with this fic!!

— Harley, Gallafics Reviews

[astaraels]

Femslash February — Day 2 — Dreams

fem!gallavich; Ian dreams of kissing Mickey. (ao3) @m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @echosluvr @callivich

There was something about Mickey Milkovich that Ian couldn’t get out of her head. It wasn’t a surprise, exactly; they’d been working together all summer at the Kash and Grab after Ian convinced Mr. Karib to take on Mickey for the security gig. He still felt guilty about his wife shooting Mickey, and Ian wasn’t above using that to get Mickey a job for her parole. She’d been out of juvie a month now, and getting to spend nearly every day together was practically a dream come true for Ian. Sure, they were hooking up in the back cooler five times a day when they could get away with locking the front door for twenty minutes at a time, but they were also just…hanging out. Shooting the shit, being dumb teenagers, having fun together. Mickey was good at her new job, too, her reputation in the neighborhood enough to keep dumbass kids from stealing candy bars and pop bottles.

And then there were the sticky summer nights, where Ian and Mickey spent nearly as much time together as Ian did with Mandy—sometimes the three of them hanging out together and running all over the South Side, just taking the time to be. Mandy, thank fuck, still didn’t have a clue about her sister and Ian, which was just as well. Part of Ian wanted Mickey all to herself, a little secret that she could hold onto. And Ian was sure that Mickey felt the same way, even if she didn’t say as much. Mickey never talked about her feelings or anything like that. Hell, she still never let Ian kiss her on the mouth. Other places? Oh, fuck yeah. Ian took advantage of that every chance she got. And if she shoved Mickey up against the wall in the storage room at work, one hand down the front of her jeans to touch her in that certain way Ian knew Mickey liked best, and if she got her mouth on the back of Mickey’s neck, well. Mickey never pushed her away when she did that. Ian would take it as a win.

But in her dreams—oh, in Ian’s dreams, Mickey let Ian get her on her back. Let her press her down into a bed of expensive sheets (usually some kind of fancy hotel, where they could be alone and fuck the way Ian always wanted to with her) and kiss her like she was drowning and Mickey was her only source of oxygen. In those dreams, Mickey opened up willingly for Ian, her lips and tongue all hot and wonderful against Ian’s own. She loved the thought of biting at Mickey’s lips until they were all beautiful and red. Wanted to fuck her face to face, see the bloom of a blush spread across Mickey’s cheeks, down her neck and across her chest. Couldn’t help but want to see that flush darken as Ian pulled her shirt off, then unclasped her bra and took it away, leaving Mickey bare and open for Ian to look at and drink her fill.

In her dreams, Mickey let Ian do anything and everything she could think of—Ian had a vivid imagination, especially where Mickey was involved—and Ian drank in the other girl’s cries and moans, pressed her thighs till they fell open and Ian could nestle between them and devour her until she came, over and over again. Mickey’s thighs were one of Ian’s favorite things; the soft skin over hard muscle, the way they trembled under Ian’s touch even as Mickey growled for Ian to get the fuck on with it, Gallagher, I ain’t got all fuckin’ day. But one day, Ian hoped, they’d have the chance to take it slow. To recreate the best part of Ian’s dreams, even if it was just in Ian’s twin bed. She’d kick Debbie out, lock the door, and make Mickey come undone with hands and lips and and tongue.

Maybe it was nothing but a dream, a faint possibility that Ian clung onto in the sticky summer nights, when she turned towards the wall and slid a hand down under the fabric of her pajama pants, fingers touching herself in just the right way to relieve the ache. It’s not the same as when Mickey touched her, those small, slender fingers knowing just the right way to make Ian throw her head back and gasp in pleasure, but this was a decent second place. She’d had plenty of practice in keeping quiet, too, and when she came it was with the thought of Mickey’s lips against her own.

In Ian’s dreams, Mickey would smile at her, call her Ian instead of Gallagher, and pull her in close for a kiss. Ian knew that Mickey would have to stand on her tiptoes to reach, and the mental picture it created for her made her smile, giggling a little against Mickey’s lips. Mickey would just scoff and smack Ian’s cheek lightly, say something like keep laughing and I ain’t kissing you again, even as she’d move in for another, and another, and another. Ian knew she’d never be tired of Mickey’s kisses.

Sometimes when they were together, in the bright sunlight at a baseball game or in the darkened theater at the movies, Ian found herself glancing over at Mickey’s lips. And of course Mickey caught her doing it, now and again. Depending on the mood she was in, she’d maybe give Ian a sharp elbow to the ribs and call her a fucking lesbo; other times, her bright blue eyes got a little darker and she licked her lips, like she was thinking of the same thing Ian was. But she never made a move, and Ian never pushed further, no matter how much she ached to press their lips together, let their tongues meet, seal their mouths against one another’s like they were shotgunning a joint.

Maybe it was wishful thinking on Ian’s part. Maybe she was just seeing things she wanted to see. And sure it was frustrating, not being able to kiss Mickey in the way she really wished she could, but Ian could be patient. She could press her lips to the back of Mickey’s neck, to her shoulder, to the place between her breasts, and taste the salt of her skin regardless. In her dreams, though, Mickey takes the first step, slides her fingers through Ian’s long, red hair and pulls her in for a kiss that makes Ian’s toes curl. Sure, Ian might wake up disappointed—she wanted the real thing, after all—but for the moment, she would keep dreaming. And one day, she’d get to feel what Mickey’s lips truly taste like.

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

Just posted my first ever fanfic. Any interaction with it is greatly appreciated. It's basically an alternative ending to s3, if Mickey said more than "Don't" and tried to convince Ian to stay. It's super short, but I gave it a shot and I'm kind of proud of it. Special thanks to my beloved mutuals @holymurdock and @m4ndysk4nkovich who gave me their opinions and provided much needed guidance. You're the first ones getting into heaven