The Halfway House, Ian/Mickey
The Halfway House by MintSauce, R, 30209 words
After his mum took off, Ian sort of expected he'd wind up in foster care. What he didn't expect was to meet a sort of dirty boy called Mickey Milkovich there.
This fic is all sorts of awesome. Like damn. Both Ian and Mickey are written so well and feel so in-character even with the differences the fic brings. And I liked this Ian, might even be a tad more fond of him then canon Ian, but that is probably because we get to see inside this Ian's head more. Their relationship is just as fucked up as ever but it's them and it works and I loved how even when there's problems you can still feel the commitment. And you could see these boys being together forever.
Ian nodded to stop himself from imagining a world without Mickey in it with him. He didn't want to think of a world like that. He thought that was the minute he first felt himself falling for Mickey Milkovich, he didn't know why, it just was. Not even the way Mickey spat on the ground and scratched his balls before walking off could put him off, Ian figured that meant he had pretty strange taste.
And not only because Mickey was a boy.
After his mum took off, Ian sort of expected he'd wind up in foster care. What he didn't expect was to meet a sort of dirty boy called Mickey Milkovich there.
This fic is all sorts of awesome. Like damn. Both Ian and Mickey are written so well and feel so in-character even with the differences the fic brings. And I liked this Ian, might even be a tad more fond of him then canon Ian, but that is probably because we get to see inside this Ian's head more. Their relationship is just as fucked up as ever but it's them and it works and I loved how even when there's problems you can still feel the commitment. And you could see these boys being together forever.
Ian nodded to stop himself from imagining a world without Mickey in it with him. He didn't want to think of a world like that. He thought that was the minute he first felt himself falling for Mickey Milkovich, he didn't know why, it just was. Not even the way Mickey spat on the ground and scratched his balls before walking off could put him off, Ian figured that meant he had pretty strange taste.
And not only because Mickey was a boy.