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“He’s ours, Ian.”
God, it felt so weird to say that and hear it out loud. The kid's jaw drops and it looks like he’s going through the 5 stages of grief all at once. Ian waits for himself to well, pull himself together waiting for him to process, knowing how it felt to hear that. Ian remembers back in the day when he and Mick were still kids that’s all he ever wanted to hear, from Mickey though not from his future self but it’s not like he’d remember this once time was up. He just wanted to see his younger self have hope in love, have hope in his eyes again, have hope in waiting for him
“..You’re shitting me right?”
Future Ian grins and shakes his head no while holding up his left hand to show the shiny wedding band, wiggling his fingers a bit to really get his point across.
He’s so starstruck by this information. His fucking future husband is Mickey “fag beater” Milkovich, It makes his heart skip a fucking beat and think about long nights with his hands tangled in the dark mess of Mickey's hair while he can feel him laying on his chest, breathing steadily and starting to fall asleep from the soft massage to his head. A few minutes ago that was just wishful thinking, just a part of Ian’s daydreams but now he knows it’s a reality, his fucking reality. He wonders how long he has to wait to get there.
“How long?”
He croaks the words out, his throat suddenly dry, not knowing if he really wanted to know the answer.
“A while but we get there, you’ll find him again and again and he’ll find you again and again. No matter how many times one of us leaves we always find our way back to each other. But I- we don’t have to worry about it anymore, we definitely got him for good now.”
Younger Ian can’t stop smiling, he feels so giddy and excited for his future. Though this could still be crazed delusions and he’s actually psychotic but he wants to believe in fate, in love. No matter how cheesy it sounds. He has to hear how it sounds aloud.
“Mickey Milkovich is my husband…”
He whispers it, still in awe and loving the way it sounds.
“How did it even happen? Cause I can’t imagine Mick kneeling in front of us asking for us to be the love of his life.”
Future Ian was living for this, he loved seeing his own wide, goofy smile on a younger version of himself and the cause of that smile being the exact same as it is now. They’ve been married for a few years now and he still gets butterflies when he hears the word “husband” so he can’t even imagine what his younger self feels like right now. He laughed a bit before answering.
“Yeah, we proposed to him. After I beat the shit out of his ex “boyfriend”.”
Ian smiled a bit thinking about it, beating the shit out of Brian or whatever his name is was the best thing he ever did, well besides what he did the following minute.
Younger Ian was smiling at his older self while he looked like he was reminiscing about a memory that he technically hadn’t gone through yet but couldn’t wait for the opportunity.
Hearing “himself” talk brought him back to reality.
“I honestly didn’t think we’d still know Mickey, I thought he’d be in prison, dead or still living under Terry’s thumb, maybe even married to a girl.”
He made a disgusted face thinking about it.
Future Ian winced at the memories of Svetlana violating and marrying Mickey, his Mickey. He realized that this version of himself doesn’t even have a fucking clue about what’s to come. He didn’t wanna ruin his own innocence just yet.
“I thought the same.”
He chuckled realizing what he just said. He continued,
“Well obviously, but that’s what you’re gonna be thinking for a long time and it’s gonna feel like every time you get him back he slips right through your fingertips and back into a jail cell instead.”
Younger Ian sighs and puts his cheek in his palm.
“That’s just like how it is now though, I can’t spend almost a whole summer without him again.” He whines.
“I swear if he goes back to juvie anytime soon I’m gonna fucking murder him especially since I just got him a job.”
Future Ian was grinning hard remembering the Kash ‘n Grab days, at least the ones where Mickey was the tough, scary security guard and after everyone left he got to go balls deep in said tough security guard.
He wondered how Mickey was doing with his past self right now, he has a feeling younger Mickey tried to kick the absolute shit out of him once he said anything about being from the future.
Speaking of that how much time does he even have left here anyway? He glances at his watch, he got here around 10:20 pm and it’s currently 10:56. Shit, only 4 minutes. He has to wrap this up.
“If you murder him we can’t marry him, Ian.”
Saying his own name still felt weird. Younger Ian blushes a bit but waves him off.
“Oh fuck off, he’s such a dick sometimes I don’t understand how you haven’t killed him yet.”
Ian scoffs
“He still is very much a dick but I reined him in, he’s not such a tough guy anymore but won’t admit it.”
Ian smirked at himself.
“Of course, he wouldn’t.”
He looks at his watch again; 10:58, fuck. He wanted to stay a bit longer, tell him how to survive the shit show that was coming, or at least warn him about his mental health but it was too late, he reminds himself that it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t remember this.
He stands up, basically towering over himself. Damn, did he really get that tall? He doesn’t have time for this. He shakes his head a bit to clear his thoughts.
“Okay me we only got two minutes, I wish I could stay longer and explain a lot more but time is almost up so, any more burning questions?”
His younger self suddenly looks stressed and franticly shoots out questions.
“What do you mean times almost up? Where are you gonna go? What’s gonna happen?”
10:59
He sighs.
“That’s something I don’t think I can explain or even have the time to.”
His old bedroom starts to look fuzzy like an old cartoon.
“Okay shit uhm, do I- we, do we really love him? Is he it for us?”
He feels his eyes start to tear up but smiles at himself and everything starts to look farther and farther away.
“Yeah, he’s it. He really is.”
Everything goes black and suddenly he’s back in the bedroom he shares with his husband. He still feels fuzzy so it takes a second for him to find his bearings but when he does he finds Mickey sitting in front of him, smiling. His eyes look a bit glossy like he’d been crying or was about to, Ian knows his own eyes look the same. He mirrors his smile back to him and speaks.
“So, how’d it go?”
Mickey chuckles and wipes his eyes.
“Good I think, took a minute for him to understand but he got the message and I don’t think he’s too happy he’s married to the biggest fag in the world.”
Ian laughs.
“I bet he’s happy now though.”
“Yeah, I think he is too.”