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milkovichs · 2 years

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okay, so i only just got into reading shameless fic during this past year (despite having watched the show since 2011 lmao) but i’ve managed to binge-read so many gallavich fics recently that i thought i’d share some of my favorites here! not all the fics listed are complete—those that aren’t finished are labelled (wip)!

— cooperative gameplay by grayola – explicit / 421.8k words

At nineteen years old, Ian Gallagher’s stuck. Stuck in a minimum-wage job he hates. Stuck in the same boring routine–sleep, wake, work, take your meds, Ian!, try not to lose it day after day after day. But after his little brother introduces him to MICK MILK, a frustratingly hot horror gamer he watches on YouTube, Ian’s life will never be the same.

[my notes: this fic is a fucking masterpiece! i started reading it around the time chapter five was posted, and oh my god let me tell you, waiting for each new update was glorious torture. the story starts with ian becoming a fanboy of the youtuber mickmilk, until their first meeting at a gamer convention goes horribly awry—flipping everything on its head and changing the course of both of their lives forever. @gallavichy truly never fails, this fic is gorgeous and evocative, and the characters are so well-written and fleshed out. anyway, i’m so sad this fic is finished and i already miss these boys so much. guess it’s time for another re-read!]

— like real people do by grayola – explicit / 213.7k words

At the age of 26, Mickey Milkovich gets his first apartment, his first wifi connection, and his first kiss. How he gets from wifi to kissing is a complicated story. (In which Mickey is socially anxious, Ian is a frustratingly lovable escort working through an app, Mickey downloads said app, and the rest is history.)

[my notes: this was my first introduction to @gallavichy’s incredible fics, plus one of the first fics i ever read for this fandom, and i have literally never looked back. essentially, mickey meets ian through an app, and subsequently falls in love. i’m typically not super into online dating aus, however this fic is so beautiful and tender, i pretty much consumed the whole thing in a day! also, there’s a sequel currently being written that retells the story from ian’s pov, and it’s fucking fantastic.]

— how i’m imaginin’ you by beebabycastiel – explicit / 135.4k words

Recently released from prison on a manslaughter charge, Mickey Milkovich isn’t looking for anything messy. He’s had enough messes for a life time with prison, his piece of shit dad, and his drugged-up brothers. He just wants to work forty hours per week to keep his PO off his back and make sure his little sister doesn’t have another breakdown. Keeping his new life as tidy as possible should be easy. Except there’s an annoying red-haired dancer at the club he works at who keeps talking to him, and nothing about Ian Gallagher is tidy.

[my notes: i love the way this author writes ian and his relationship with both mandy (their friendship is so sweet literally besties) and mickey (do i even need to explain it? they’re soulmates). this mickey is fresh off a stint in prison (for reasons that are slowly uncovered throughout the fic that i refuse to spoil!) and is living with mandy while working as a bouncer for the club ian dances at. and from ian & mickey’s very first meeting the sexual tension is just like. insanely fucking palpable. and the slow burn that follows! holy shit. you’ve gotta read this one for the description of their first kiss alone!]

— furlough by loftec – explicit / 34.1k words

Ian looks like he’s trying to figure him out, eyes searching and brows furrowed, he’s practically shaking and Mickey thinks he might be holding himself back for his sake, waiting for Mickey to give him permission to reach out, to feel, to touch. Mickey’s mind is fucking screaming for him to do it, but his body is still stupidly withdrawn. 1449 days since Ian last touched him. (Or: twenty-four hours of Mickey Milkovich getting some of the things he deserves.)

[my notes: okay so this fic. wow. it was published after 6x01 aired, so it continues the storyline where mickey gets locked up, but diverges from canon in that he never breaks out and escapes to mexico like he does in season seven. the fic begins with mickey having already completed four years of his sentence, however, mickey is granted a furlough which allows him to be released under supervision for twenty-four hours in order to attend terry’s funeral. it’s absolutely heart-wrenching, but with an incredibly bittersweet, yet hopeful ending.]

— someone to hold me up by westernredcedar – explicit / 37.3k words

Just beside the shattered front window is a man, lying flat on his back, a pool of blood growing from his left side. Ian shouts to Sue. The man’s been shot. More than once. It’s Terry Milkovich.

[my notes: whenever a fic explores an au post season six regarding mickey’s stay in prison (like “furlough”) i’m just. dead on sight. anyway, in this au, mickey only spends about a year and a half in prison before he’s released, but he doesn’t contact ian once he’s out, and the two don’t run into each other for another year and a half. ian’s been working as an emt, and his rig is the first to respond to a call involving terry milkovich as the victim of a drive-by shooting (love that for us!)—this leads to ian finally discovering that mickey’s been released. it’s been three years since the last time the boys saw each other and the pain! oh my god the pain. overall, this is a gorgeous story focusing on forgiveness and growth and a love that lasts a lifetime.]

— love is a ballfield by and_i_take_it – explicit / 158.7k words (wip)

Ian and Mickey are teammates on a Triple-A baseball club where they bond over their similar life circumstances. Neither of them want to chance ruining their shot at the major leagues so they attempt to keep their feelings for one another at bay. Until, of course, they can’t.

[my notes: this fic is absolutely iconic. it has amazing characterization, and the intense sexual tension between our boys is so perfectly done, it captures their incredible chemistry from canon and channels it into an au about baseball, of all things. admittedly, i know next to nothing about baseball, but the descriptions about the game/team somehow managed to get me to care for the sport (fictionally, at least). definitely give this one a read, even if you just want to imagine ian & mickey being sexy in locker rooms.]

— things beyond mistake by grayola – explicit / 130.5k words (wip)

In the 90s and early 00s, they were distant neighbors on a long, dirt road out in the middle of vaguely Georgia farmland. Ian and Mickey: two poor, closeted Southern kids with similar financial situations but very different families, harboring secret crushes that felt illegal and that manifested themselves as sharp words, punches, and self-loathing. In 2021, Ian, a high school teacher in need of a fresh start, returns to his childhood home after nearly 20 years to find himself once more sharing a lonely dirt road with Mickey, the boy he once knew and the man he’s desperate to get to know.

[my notes: this fic is so unique and breathtaking i honestly don’t know how to even describe it. once again, @gallavichy has rendered me speechless with her amazing gift for storytelling and prose. as it says in the description, the fic starts with ian & mickey growing up as neighbors in rural georgia until ian’s family moves, and then they don’t see one another for seventeen (17!) whole years. even just the premise destroys me because i’m such an emotional bitch when it comes to the passage of time, but couple that with a beautiful and tender story of two grown men in their mid-thirties reconnecting with their childhood crushes in their hometown? not to mention all the super compelling side characters and intricate backstories! holy shit. i don’t know how it’s possible, but i have a feeling that this fic is gonna destroy me even more than “cooperative gameplay” already has, which is just. wow. gray is truly unmatched.]

— intro to quantum dating by spoonfulstar – mature / 454.8k words (wip)

This isn’t what Ian expected of college. The movies had lied to him. (Or: another College AU.)

[my notes: i’m kind of obsessed with the dialogue in this fic? every conversation honestly feels like it could be taken straight from the show’s script, it captures the characters’ voices so well. i adore how low-stakes the plot of this fic is—sometimes you really just want to read about these boys falling in love and exploring their lives together! this fic serves the perfect blend of college fuckery and soft, tender moments between the boys (when they take a break from being their canon snarky, asshole selves, that is). also, as someone who’s super into linguistics as a field of study, having that be ian’s major was such a cool surprise!]

— since we’re alone by buffymilkovich & lethargicmick – explicit / 246.4k words (wip)

When Mickey Milkovich first got to the University of Michigan he had two goals; play hockey and get drafted into the NHL. But by his junior year, he’s at risk of losing his full ride scholarship because of his slipping grades. Enter Ian Gallagher, an ambitious and fiery redhead who takes his job as Mickey’s tutor way too seriously and seems determined on making his life a living hell. (Or: a college AU where Mickey is a hockey player and Ian is studious as fuck. They are everything the other one hates. Or so they think...)

[my notes: what is this? another sports-driven fic, you say? apparently i’m into sports now—seeing as “love is a ballfield” and “since we’re alone” somehow managed to get me interested in both baseball and hockey... i suspect witchcraft. anyway! i love a good enemies (more like annoyances lmao) to lovers trope, so this fic hits all the boxes for me. throw in jock!mickey & nerd!ian, a little bit of oblivious pining, plus a titillating journey to self-acceptance, and i’m good to go! truly, this fic is so lovely and beautifully written, i can’t wait for the rest!]

— muse by toraten – explicit / 35.6k words

Mickey thinks he’s hot, maybe the hottest guy in here tonight, but there is something about the glitter splattered across his perfectly smooth chest and the shaved legs that irks him. He’s wearing tight black bike shorts that make up for a lot, if he hasn’t stuffed the front with a sock or something, but the perfectly preened look just isn’t for Mickey. And yet, this particular dancer has already locked eyes with him now, and he’s looking at Mickey like he’s trying to make a point.

[my notes: this fic is so gorgeous i kind of can’t get over it. mickey’s an interior designer (groomzilla-era mickey! i miss you!) who runs into ian—a dancer at a gay club that turns tricks on the side in order to pay for his education. despite the fic being from mickey’s pov, not only does it explore mickey’s own emotional hang-ups, it also manages to deal with ian’s self-worth issues regarding his bipolar disorder & his experiences with sex work (both implied underage and in the present) super well. it’s left somewhat open ended, but it’s so beautifully done that it’s clear everything will work out. that’s just the power of love, babes!]

— ian gallagher and all of his mistakes by toraten – explicit / 218.4k words (wip)

Sometimes, on his early shifts when he starts at six a.m. and the guy comes in at six thirty, like a whirlwind with a dirt streaked face or a bloody lip or a black eye, but ordering his coffee like he doesn’t look like he just got into a car crash, Ian thinks he hallucinates him. This little guy can’t actually exist out there in the world, right? He’s not actually part of society, is he? Surely, this angry asshole only exists in Ian’s diseased mind? (Or: in which everything is about the same, except that Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich meet each other a little later in life—a little more mature, a little more stable—and manage to make a million mistakes anyway.)

[my notes: okay firstly, just as a heads-up, this fic hasn’t been updated for a little more than a year, so i’m not entirely sure whether it’s been fully abandoned or not. however, considering it’s basically a slice-of-life fic, i think the story could very easily be considered complete as it is (even if the author decides not to write anything else)—as of the latest chapter, ian & mickey have been together and happy for multiple years. either way, you should seriously give this fic a read! the dialogue, characterization, and laid-back plot of this fic are super reminiscent of “intro to quantum dating” (which i adore, of course), and who knows? maybe seeing all of the kudos/comments left on their fic will motivate the author to finish it!]

— let the bodies do the talkin’ by captain_jowl – explicit / 75.1k words (wip)

After combing the greater Chicago area, Mickey comes to the conclusion that trying to find a good fuck is a big pain in the ass, and not in a good way. And now this Gallagher guy, who looks like he cries during sex, keeps showing up at his work and making eyes at him. There’s absolutely no way that soft-looking motherfucker can handle Mickey.

[my notes: because of the description, i didn’t go into this fic expecting much plot-wise besides burning hot smut, and i ended up getting all that and more! not only are the sex scenes exquisitely written, but the emotional depth of the characters is fantastic. i especially love how the author represents mickey’s newly found comfort in his sexuality, and ian’s self-worth issues (regarding the objectification of his body). i can’t wait to see how it all works out!]

— gotta get you into my life by thrillingdetectivetales – explicit / 8.6k words

‘wyd firecrotch.’

Short and to the point in standard Mickey Milkovich fashion. Ian bit back a smile and tapped out: ‘babysitting, y?’ It wasn’t strictly accurate, but Ian figured it was close enough. He tucked his phone into his hand but didn’t bother putting it away. A few seconds later, it chimed with a reply. ‘4 real?’ Ian smirked and rolled his eyes. ‘ya.’

‘fuck that shit,’ Mickey sent back, so fast that Ian didn’t even have time to flip his phone closed before it was chirping again, three times in quick succession. ‘i’m outside. brought a joint. ur welcome.’

[my notes: i’m an absolute sucker for ian & mickey’s season one/two dynamic because there’s simply so much real estate to work with. this fic is a perfect example of that; it explores, through ian’s eyes, the obvious magnetism they feel toward each other—mickey literally goes out of his way to spend time with ian despite his canon, put-upon uninterested demeanor. not to mention the sex is really hot lmao. we love to see a repressed mickey finally getting dicked down right!]

— proof by pink_ink – explicit / 10.7k words

Ian and Mickey are reunited in Season Two.

[my notes: literally what did i just say—i love me some season two dynamic! this fits right into canon, somehow perfectly capturing the feeling of mickey’s tiny little look at ian after he says “whatever, liking what i like don’t make me a bitch” in 2.02, and condensing that specific energy into a fic. however, because it follows canon, you know bad times are coming their way, so the ending with mickey getting locked up lends the rest of a fic such a bittersweet feeling; that particular, aching brand of angst stemming from the fact that, unfortunately, these happy summer days don’t last forever. it’s honestly really beautifully done.]

— that ‘redhead babyface/fuck-u-up’ duality by whatthebodygraspsnot – explicit / 90.7k words (wip)

The absolute last thing Mickey expects when he goes to the bar is to get badgered into doing softcore porn, but the money sounds good. And this redhead won’t leave him the fuck alone until he agrees. And maybe partnering up with him for a couple POV shots wouldn’t be the worst thing on the planet. (Mickey’s smart enough to recognize a slippery slope when he wants to. But he’s gotta want to. And tonight the slippery slope is wearing body glitter and short-shorts.)

[my notes: truthfully, i’m not really into reading anything involving the porn industry in fics, which is why i typically steer clear of any aus about the boys as pornstars or whatever, but this is a such a refreshing take on the concept! it starts off with ian doing solo cam-work, then spotting mickey in a bar and deciding he would be the perfect partner for a scene. i think the fact that the boys aren’t having sex on a film-set surrounded by a crew (and that they are ultimately in charge of their experience together) is why this fic works so well for me—not to mention the gorgeous writing and constantly building emotional tension between the two as they begin to catch feelings. @whatthebodygraspsnot is an amazing author! i mean, the use of metaphor alone!]

— elevator music by gallavichsecurity – explicit / 68.6k words (wip)

He’s late, he’s covered in coffee, and he’s trapped in an elevator with the biggest asshole he’s ever met in his life. (Fifteen minutes ago, Ian Gallagher slept through his alarm—and things have only gotten worse since then.)

[my notes: this fic is the perfect meet-ugly! ian is clumsy and frantic, mickey is grumpy and stressed, there’s some spilled coffee and a stuck elevator and nothing about this moment is ideal for first impressions. at the same time, ian’s growing obsessed with running around chicago, on a quest to find particular street-murals, and mickey is begrudgingly becoming endeared to the pushy, redheaded emt living next door. i love the unfolding of this story, and i can’t wait for ian to discover the identity of the artist responsible for ian’s new favorite past-time.]

— apartment 4a by skiesbelow – explicit / 55.2k words (wip)

Two years after his diagnosis, Ian is finally stable, but feeling a little lost. When the chaos of the Gallagher home gets to be too much, he decides to move out. He answers a roommate ad, and gets more than he bargained for.

[my notes: i’m obsessed with ian’s immediate infatuation with mickey in this fic, it’s super reminiscent of his season one energy—heart-eyes for fucking days (even when mickey acts cold and indifferent toward him). i can already tell their push-and-pull is gonna frustrate the shit out of me (in the best possible way), which just means that all of the loving moments to come will be made even sweeter for it!]

— shut the door and let go by lyricallyharley – explicit / 8.2k words

“Was I just invited to a sleepover?”

“Fuck you, is what you were invited to.”

[my notes: i simply die for any fic focusing on the night before the dreaded events of 3x666, and this fic is just wonderful. i love seeing mickey finally embracing ian’s tenderness for the first time (and any story that headcanons ian as mickey’s first kiss gets an a+ from me.) also, not me reading this and straight up refusing to think about what’s to come in the morning. that shit doesn’t belong here, the gallavich sleepover is sacred ground.]

— a little bit of tender mercy by beebabycastiel – explicit / 34.4k words (wip)

“My neighbor keeps using my address to get their embarrassing packages delivered” AU. (Or: a story about healing, learning to trust, falling in love, and mail fraud.

[my notes: this fic has me asking so many questions right off the bat: why is mickey using ian’s address? what is he getting delivered? what is embarrassing about it? i’m so intrigued. as always, i adore me some cat-dad!mickey, and ian behaving all caring and attentive toward a skittish mickey (who’s clearly going through a hard time). it’s pretty early in the fic yet, but i’m loving it so far!]

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #otp: come here #fic rec #text #leila.txt #make sure you leave kudos!

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kinnporsche · 4 months

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hey guys, long time no kinn & porsche fic rec list! i miss these two so much it’s not even remotely funny. as always, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to share the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! god bless y’all for my daily allotment of serotonin. [part 8/?]

— the empty crown by rainbowcolored7 – explicit / 106.3k words (wip)

Porsche was destined to rule his kingdom, but the throne and his family were taken from him, forcing him and his brother into hiding.

Kinn chose to rule to save his family from the untouchable threat of the Council who strictly guard the power of the Source.

When their worlds collide, everything changes. Hidden plans tumble into motion, enemies become allies and, above all, love conquers.

— you were there, written in my stars by bleakyblues – explicit / 70.5k words (wip)

Kinn is your everyday, ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as the heir to the country’s underworld can be. But the point still stands. Kinn goes to school, helps his Pa with his work, hangs out with his friends and has a huge crush on his ‘good friend’ whom he is ‘not-dating’ (yet).

Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat with all the grace and stubbornness of a class five hurricane. And Kinn is lost, lost, lost... caught up in the winds never to emerge again.

— freedom is a sound/pleasure is a right ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 31k words

Kinn stares at him, and then up at the ceiling, and then back at Porsche.

“Have you considered being professional even a day in your life,” he says, sitting back down in his desk chair and rolling away enough to get some space, “I mean really and truly, do you know what it looks like, barging into my office,” Porsche cuts him off, mouthing along to his spiel, mainly because he’s heard it before, “sitting on my desk, interrupting meetings, and acting like, Porsche, people are going to think things, things you and your shiny visa can’t afford to have them thinking. things that me and my giant internship program can’t afford for them to think—”

(Or: Kinn and Porsche meet, kiss, fall in love. Only one problem—Kinn is his PhD advisor, and there’s more than a few rules about them being together.)

— the bachelor by blue_grama – mature / 25.9k words

It’s Pete who explains, the next morning over breakfast, because of course the news has spread all over the compound. “Haven’t you ever watched a mob movie?” He asks Porsche, gesticulating with a spoon. “They have all the money they could ever need, but they can never get respectability. The old-money types look down on them. The new-money types take their bribes, but they don’t let them into the inner circle. This is public relations.”

“A kinder, gentler mob?” Porsche laughs. “Come on.”

“They’ll use it to look nonthreatening, highlight the legitimate businesses, that sort of thing,” Pete says. He lowers his voice. “Everyone knows the Theerapanyakuls are dirty, but if they’re on television, how dirty can they be, right? And… I don’t know, but Khun Korn is strange about Khun Kinn’s love life. Maybe he’s trying to keep him in line somehow.”

— i’m not a saint, but i pay like a sinner by haeseolar – explicit / 25.4k words

“I’m not sure how a lowly human like you called me, but here I am,” His voice is deep, but not gruff or harsh like he was expecting. Porsche doesn’t have many preconceptions about demons as a whole, but everything he holds is being completely turned upside down and thrown out the window.

“Who are you?” Porsche croaks out, somehow finding his voice.

The demon’s eyes sharpen as he speaks, the slitted black pupils contracting and opening again like a cat’s. It’s just as fascinating as it is unnerving.

“You’re the one that called my name,” He shrugs, gesturing around the room flippantly.

“Anakinn,” Porsche says, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. “You’re Anakinn.”

— scale and bone by ahdriking – explicit / 25.2k words (wip)

Fairy tales aren’t real. There are no happy endings. These are the truths Kinn knows.

Ever since stepping into power, Kinn has been suspicious of the Russians—led by Mikhail Alexeyev—operating in Bangkok, suspecting them of stealing from him. He sends Kim to investigate, and the truth turns out to be much worse than his initial fears. He resolves to destroy them, even at the risk of all out war; he can do no less if he wants to avoid appearing weak.

It starts with reconnaissance at Alexeyev’s party, an event promising a ‘grand spectacle.’ Kinn is expecting something appropriately depraved, suitable for the Russian mobster and his tastes, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of what Alexeyev has been hiding. Nothing could have prepared him for the way it will change his life forever.

Because fairy tales aren’t real.

Until they are.

— moonchild (we’re born in the moonlight) by wicca – explicit / 24.1k words

“Let me walk you home, then,” Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he’d heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. “Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall.”

“Trust me,” Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. “I’ll be fine.”

He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.

— desire is so different when god bore you hungry ‘series by captainkit – explicit / 20.6k words

“Let’s get out of here,” whispered Kinn. His eyes were so very kind. Porsche wanted to keel over with the hunger gnawing at his bones. The kindness in his eyes made him ache a little more.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Starvation was an old friend of Porsche’s.

— force of attraction by nuwildcat – explicit / 14.3k words

Gravity (noun): the universal force of attraction acting between all matter.

Porsche never was the best student in school. She’ll be the first to admit that hands on lessons were always the ones that best made things ‘stick’ for her.

Porsche isn’t certain she wants to know whatever lesson Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul is trying to teach her. The problem is, resisting Kinn is like trying to stop a force of nature: impossible.

— if i go too far by p1n3appl3_p3n – explicit / 13.9k words

Kinn and Porsche are friends that fuck, and it’s totally fine until it isn’t.

— red-handed by martynax – explicit / 12.3k words

“Hello, gentlemen,” Porsche finally manages to find his voice and is proud of himself that he comes off as cool and collected. He doesn’t really feel like it, but as long as no one is pointing a gun at him, he can roll with whatever. He’s good at bullshitting his way out of tough situations. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The corner of the stranger’s mouth ticks up in amusement, eyes taking in Porsche’s silhouette. It’s a slow once-over that makes Porsche’s skin tingle.

The stranger takes a slow sip of the whiskey, tipping the glass elegantly and smacks his lips after he swallows. “It’s not bad.”

“Want a refill?” Porsche proposes, waving his hand at the almost empty tumbler while he slowly starts approaching the couch. He feels awkward just standing there. The two guys in black suits tense up, but make no move to stop him. Not giving his unwelcome guest time to answer, he adds, “I’ll do you one better, I make a mean cocktail. How about I make you one?”

“Such a kind host,” the man muses, titling his head as he observes Porsche. “Do your best, little thief.”

— all of me (is all for you) by kurtstiel – explicit / 10k words

The water has saturated Porsche’s white shirt completely, soaking through the vest beneath. The translucent material clings obscenely to the swell of his pecs. His nipples are clearly visible through the sheer material, hard and pebbled, with the unmistakable shape of the metal barbells pierced either side of them.

Porsche’s head jerks up to check if he can still hide them from Kinn, but it’s already too late. Kinn is standing across the room, staring in Porsche’s direction, entire body coiled tight like a spring.

(Or: While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.)

— whatever else that touches you by technicallyverycowboy – explicit / 9.4k words

“No, it’s fine.” Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn’s side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. “The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men.”

(Or: Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.)

— i’ve been waiting for you, to slip back in bed by dearsidewalk – explicit / 5.5k words

Porsche is sound asleep on their bed, the cityscape casting a soft, warm glow against his skin, dipping and arching with his silhouette. Kinn sags, hands falling to his side, but that itch hasn’t faded—that heaviness in his chest, stomach, and throat multiplies, malignant and spreading, and in a blink of an eye, he’s at Porsche’s side.

— the sweetest thing on this side of hell by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.3k words

Being vulnerable with Kinn is always a dangerous game: she never knows when it’s going to be thrown in her face. After the forest, she thought—well. But Kinn had given her to Vegas, cold and stone-faced from her perch on the couch, still attached to an IV line after taking a fucking bullet for her.

#kinnporschsource #kinnporsche: the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #fic rec #leila.txt #text #leave some kudos!

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