I’m going to attempt to make this a weekly thing, but, you know, pregnant. We’ll see how that goes.
My first choice in fics is my favourite fic. I love A LOT of fics in this fandom, but this is the one that made me go “yes, I also want to write these two boys who are so clearly in love”, and I’ll be forever grateful for that.
Four Eight is a series that takes place over, you guessed it, 4.08. Written by the wonderful @palepinkgoat this fic is outstanding.
The writing is beautiful, the characterisation is spot on, and the emotion shown between Mickey and Ian is just fucking delightful. When I read this fic I can feel how much Ian and Mickey have missed each other, how desperately they need to touch each other, how fucking much they love each other. Karen wrote the want between the two of them perfectly.
And there’s smut. Lots of hot, dirty smut that will have you fanning yourself because damn. There are three parts to this series and each part has some filth that will just delight you. And, one of my favourite things about each piece of smut, is that Mickey just fucking grows with it (get your mind outta the gutter, I’m not talking about his dick). You watch him come alive, become more secure with himself and what he wants, and it’s just fucking beautiful. It’s amazing character development over the course of an episode. He goes from “don’t make me say it, asswipe”, to ... well, read and find out.
And if this long ramble wasn’t enough to get you to go and read this fic, here are a couple of my favourite bits ...
“I--” Mickey starts, then suddenly yanks back, quick as he can. He’s on his feet before he knows it, acting and reacting. “I gotta--”
Ian’s shoved his dick in his pants and is on Mickey before he reaches the door, spinning him around, just rough enough to make his breath stutter a little. Ian’s eyes wide and still, something so still it made Mickey swallow hard. “No,” Ian said. “No, you don’t gotta.”
Ian looks in his lap. “Not going to make you wait much longer, I promise. I know you’ve been waiting a long time.” He turns his head. Mickey knows Ian’s trying not to grab at him. He can see his hands twitch. He hears Ian’s voice waver. “I’ve been...I’ve been waiting a long time, too”
Mickey waits for Ryan to walk away. “I don’t remember. What’d I do? What’d I say?”
Ian passes the cup back, plucks some eggs off Mickey’s plate with his fingers. “Nothing. Just kind of slumped against me while Gideon and Ryan opened the couch up.” Ian smiles at the plate. “Was nice.”
THIS FIC IS BEAUTIFUL AND WILL MAKE YOU FEEL THINGS. READ IT.
