Ian/Mickey - Fight
Season two spoilers. Richard is totally made up, since we don’t know the name of the older guy.
*Ian swallows as he approaches Mickey who’s sitting on the swings, kicking dirt. They haven’t spoken since Mickey walked in on him having sex with Richard. He sits down wordlessly on the adjacent swing and take a deep breath*
Ian: *looking straight ahead* I’m sorry.
Mickey: Too right you should be sorry. Fucking an old guy. Jesus, Gallagher, what were you thinking?
Ian: Um…I’m…not about that. I meant sorry that you saw what you did.
Mickey: *in disbelief* You saying you liked fucking that old guy?
Ian: *tries to explain* Well you’ve been inside. And you told me not to come visit and Richard-
Mickey: Richard? You know his fucking name?
Ian: He’s my boyfriend.
Mickey: *hitches his breath* What the fuck did you just say?
Ian: Richard’s my boyfriend.
Mickey: *shouts* BUT HE’S FUCKING OLD!!
Ian: He’s nice to me.
Mickey: Dump him. You don’t want nice. If you wanted nice you never would have fucked me behind Kash’s back.
Ian: *hits back* And I fucked Richard behind yours.
Mickey: *getting up* Fuck you!
Ian: I didn’t mean that.
Mickey: *scoffs* Just like you don’t mean a lot of things.
Ian: *confused* What’s that supposed to mean?
Mickey: *coldly* Nothing.
Ian: Tell me.
Mickey: *mimics Ian* I miss you.
Ian: Mickey…
Mickey: *growls* Don’t.
Ian: I’m sorry I hurt you…
*Without warning Mickey grabs Ian by the front of his shirt and rams him into the fencing*
Mickey: *angrily* What makes you think that I would let someone like you hurt me? Huh?
*Mickey shoves Ian hard again. Ian’s never seen Mickey like this before. He’s scared and Mickey can see it in Ian’s eyes. He lets go of Ian’s shirt and backs away slowly shaking his head*
Mickey: I don’t fucking need you!
Ian: *shakily* I didn’t say you did.
Mickey: *grits his teeth* Then stop looking at me like that.
Ian: We’re not right for each other.
Mickey: *laughs bitterly* And that fucking douchebag is right for you is he?
Ian: I want a proper relationship. I want someone I can talk to.
Mickey: So what the fuck are you doing here?
Ian: *softly* I still care about you.
Mickey: *starts walking way* Like hell you do.
Ian: Please.
Mickey: *freezes* You’re not allowed to say please.
Ian: If I’d known that you…that you felt something real for me I would have never-
Mickey: *dangerously* You better stop right now, or I will fucking cut you.
Ian: I just want you to be happy.
Mickey: Yeah? Then stay out of my life. Go back and fuck that shithead.
Ian: *tries to reason* You’ll find someone else. Someone better than me. Someone that you can fall in love with and who will fall in love with you.
Mickey: SHUT UP!
Ian: I know that’s what you want deep down.
Mickey: I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Ian: *sighs* Goodbye, Mickey.
*Ian starts to walk away and Mickey thinks about why his head feels so fucked up*
Mickey: GALLAGHER!
*Ian turns back around and sees no evidence of the conversation he just had with Mickey on the older boy’s face*
Mickey: *smirks* Call me when you’re done fucking grandpa.
*Ian furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Did mickey not take in anything that had just happened? Mickey shoulders him hard as he walks past Ian without another word*
*Ian swallows as he approaches Mickey who’s sitting on the swings, kicking dirt. They haven’t spoken since Mickey walked in on him having sex with Richard. He sits down wordlessly on the adjacent swing and take a deep breath*
Ian: *looking straight ahead* I’m sorry.
Mickey: Too right you should be sorry. Fucking an old guy. Jesus, Gallagher, what were you thinking?
Ian: Um…I’m…not about that. I meant sorry that you saw what you did.
Mickey: *in disbelief* You saying you liked fucking that old guy?
Ian: *tries to explain* Well you’ve been inside. And you told me not to come visit and Richard-
Mickey: Richard? You know his fucking name?
Ian: He’s my boyfriend.
Mickey: *hitches his breath* What the fuck did you just say?
Ian: Richard’s my boyfriend.
Mickey: *shouts* BUT HE’S FUCKING OLD!!
Ian: He’s nice to me.
Mickey: Dump him. You don’t want nice. If you wanted nice you never would have fucked me behind Kash’s back.
Ian: *hits back* And I fucked Richard behind yours.
Mickey: *getting up* Fuck you!
Ian: I didn’t mean that.
Mickey: *scoffs* Just like you don’t mean a lot of things.
Ian: *confused* What’s that supposed to mean?
Mickey: *coldly* Nothing.
Ian: Tell me.
Mickey: *mimics Ian* I miss you.
Ian: Mickey…
Mickey: *growls* Don’t.
Ian: I’m sorry I hurt you…
*Without warning Mickey grabs Ian by the front of his shirt and rams him into the fencing*
Mickey: *angrily* What makes you think that I would let someone like you hurt me? Huh?
*Mickey shoves Ian hard again. Ian’s never seen Mickey like this before. He’s scared and Mickey can see it in Ian’s eyes. He lets go of Ian’s shirt and backs away slowly shaking his head*
Mickey: I don’t fucking need you!
Ian: *shakily* I didn’t say you did.
Mickey: *grits his teeth* Then stop looking at me like that.
Ian: We’re not right for each other.
Mickey: *laughs bitterly* And that fucking douchebag is right for you is he?
Ian: I want a proper relationship. I want someone I can talk to.
Mickey: So what the fuck are you doing here?
Ian: *softly* I still care about you.
Mickey: *starts walking way* Like hell you do.
Ian: Please.
Mickey: *freezes* You’re not allowed to say please.
Ian: If I’d known that you…that you felt something real for me I would have never-
Mickey: *dangerously* You better stop right now, or I will fucking cut you.
Ian: I just want you to be happy.
Mickey: Yeah? Then stay out of my life. Go back and fuck that shithead.
Ian: *tries to reason* You’ll find someone else. Someone better than me. Someone that you can fall in love with and who will fall in love with you.
Mickey: SHUT UP!
Ian: I know that’s what you want deep down.
Mickey: I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Ian: *sighs* Goodbye, Mickey.
*Ian starts to walk away and Mickey thinks about why his head feels so fucked up*
Mickey: GALLAGHER!
*Ian turns back around and sees no evidence of the conversation he just had with Mickey on the older boy’s face*
Mickey: *smirks* Call me when you’re done fucking grandpa.
*Ian furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Did mickey not take in anything that had just happened? Mickey shoulders him hard as he walks past Ian without another word*