Summary: The Gallaghers have had enough of Ian and Mickey’s excessive sex life, so they try and ban it from them, but does it last?
Word Count: 1280
Notes: Felt like this took a while, sorry if it did!!
It happened multiple times. Every single person in the Gallagher family and the Milkovich family, including Kev, V, and Svetlana, have walked in on Ian and Mickey fucking. When six year old Liam walked into his own bedroom, and saw his brother’s dick in Mickey’s mouth, enough was enough.
“Family meeting!” Fiona screamed from the center of the kitchen. Like always, Kevin and Veronica were already down there so they just had to wait for all of the others to come down. First was Debbie, Carl, and Liam. Next was Lip. Then, last, was Ian and Mickey, who looked and smelled like the just had sex again, resulting in everyone to roll their eyes at them.
“What’s up?” Lip asked Fiona, trying to avert the attention away from Ian and Mickey.
Fiona shook her head. “I’d like to know how many times each person in this house has saw these two,” she pointed from the redhead to the Milkovich boy, “fucking or anything. I’ve seen in twice, myself.”
Summary: Mickey comes back from Mexico to surprise Ian, and plan the wedding.
Word Count: 2279
Five Months Later
Mickey’s heart is pounding as he walks to the Gallagher house. He’s talked to Ian everyday since they separated at the border, but Ian doesn’t know that all the charges were dropped on him so it’s his plan to surprise him today.
Without knocking, he walks in the back door of the house. He sees Debbie with her baby, Carl, Liam, and Fiona. He holds back a smile when he sees their jaws dropped open and the widening of their eyes.
“Ian home?” He says nonchalantly.
Suddenly Liam and Debbie throw themselves into Mickey. It took a lot of power not to run at this sudden embrace, but he didn’t, instead he smiled. After all this time he can’t wrap his mind around all these people caring about him, but he is starting to accept it.
“Mickey!” Liam screams.
“Hey, bud.” He attempts to ruffle his hair.
“You’re home,” Debbie hugged him again. “We missed you.”
Fiona is still in shock, but once she gains awareness she walks over to him and pulls him in for a hug. “We did miss you, Mickey.”
Mickey nods. “Yeah, me too. Sorry I wasn’t here when Frannie was born, Debs.” Then he turns to Carl. “You stayin’ out of trouble? I hear you’re a fucking military boy like your brother was now.”
Carl nods. “I am.” He goes to shake Mickey’s hand. “I’m happy you’re home, man.”
“How the fuck are you home?” Fiona raises her eyebrows. “Where did you go? Ian wouldn’t tell us.”
“I’ll explain later, where’s Ian?”
“Ummm,” Debbie says cautiously. “Upstairs with a guy–”
“Please don’t hurt him, Mickey. He’s nice,” Fiona adds. “Wait–” she says as he turns for the stairs. “Ian didn’t take his pills this morning, I had to get a refill. Make him take them.” She hands him the bottle.
Mickey takes the bottle and chuckles. “Can’t fuckin’ wait to see this.” He starts walking up. “I won’t kill him,” he shouts to the family as he gets out of their view.
As Mickey approaches the bedroom, he hears Ian’s voice. “What don’t you fucking understand I am not going to kiss you, I can’t!”
“Why the fuck not? Huh?” The other man speaks. “Waiting for some badass guy who isn’t fucking coming back for you?”
With that Mickey opens the door. He doesn’t lunge to hurt the man. He doesn’t curse the other guy out. He doesn’t throw himself on Ian either. Instead he holds up the pills, walks to Ian, and says, “Take your pills, bitch,” in a caring voice. Then he places a kiss on his boyfriend’s head.
Ian’s mouth falls open in surprise, but he takes the pills like he was instructed to. He then stands up and hugs Mickey tightly, kissing the side of his head.
“Who the fuck is this?” Trevor spits.
“The badass guy he was fucking waiting for to come back, the thug he talks about in his sleep, and his fiancé, which is whom he kisses,” Mickey rudely smiles and pulls Ian in for a hard kiss.
Trevor stepped back, clearly intimated. “I– I didn’t know you were coming back. Two people who ‘love’ each other as much as you guys claim to don’t leave each other so much.”
Ian is still speechless, but he tenses up at those words. “Oh, I see now. You think you love him?” Mickey raises both eyebrows. Trevor doesn’t respond though, he just makes a loud gulping noise.
“Don’t kill him, Mick,” Ian finally blurts out.
“Won’t.” He doesn’t turn to look at Ian. “Promised the kids I wouldn’t.” He backs off and Trevor let’s out a sigh of relief.
“What happened? How are you back? I thought I’d have to come to Mexico? Rings! We need rings! Did you call Mandy? Shit, Mick, how’d you get here without the police catching you?” The words began to flow out of Ian’s mouth. Mickey shut him up by kissing him.
“Hey,” he puts his palm on Ian’s cheek. “I’m home. Everything is finally fucking settled. I’ll explain then.”
Ian nods. “Lip’s coming home from rehab tonight, he’ll probably want to know what’s going on too so you can explain to everyone at dinner.”
“I know, you told me asshole was comin’ home a thousand times,” Mickey laughs. “Now would you like to shower? I smell and I need you like now. It’s been a bit too long,” he seductively jokes.
“Let’s get to it then,” he smirks. “Sorry, Trev!” Ian calls out.
“What the fuck?” Trevor says to himself. He then walks down the stairs to ask the other Gallagher’s about what just happened.
They were all already staring at the stairway. “Uhh,” Fiona says. “Hi, Trev.”
“What the fuck just happened?”
“Mickey’s home,” Liam says. It’s probably one of the only times Trevor has actually heard him speak. “I missed Mickey,” he adds but everyone seems to ignore it.
They all look at him sympathetically. “We’re sorry,” Fiona says. “He told you from that start about Mickey.”
“Have you ever seen the way Ian looks at the asshole?” Trevor shakes his head.
Fiona tries to hide her smile because she doesn’t want to make him feel bad. “It’s always been that way.”
“Did he say anything about the way he got home?”
“He said he’s going to explain it at dinner when Lip gets home.” Trevor looks down. “Ian didn’t even tell me Lip gets let out of rehab today, but apparently he told Mickey ‘a thousand times.’”
Debbie frowns at the sadness in Trevor’s voice, but at the same time she shouldn’t feel bad because he knew what he was getting himself into. “Where are they?”
“Showering,” Trevor states coldly.
“No surprise there,” Carl says with a chuckles.
Suddenly, Trevor’s eyebrows shoot up. “Do you know what I just realized? Mickey called himself Ian’s fiancé.” Now that, Carl finds surprising because he chokes on his soda.
“Did you just say fiancé?” Fiona starts to step forward.
Trevor nods. “Yeah, and Ian was going on and on about needing rings.”
“What the fuck?” The whole Gallagher family shares the same surprised look on their faces.
“Well if you don’t mind, I’m going to stay for dinner. I’d like learn more about the criminal who has Ian on such a tight hold,” Trevor sits.
* * *
Suddenly the Gallagher clan and Trevor hear something make a loud bang coming from the upstairs. “Are you fucking nuts?” They all hear Mickey shout.
Trevor gets up as if he’s about to come to Ian’s defense, but Carl holds him back and shakes his head. “You do not want to get in the middle of that, believe me.”
“Clearly! That’s why I’m on the pills, isn’t it?” Ian yells back. Fiona’s heart drops every time she hears her brother refer to himself as crazy.
“You went a whole fucking week without taking them, Ian! Are you trying to kill yourself?” Mickey sounds very serious.
Debbie closes her eyes know that everything the Milkovich boy is saying is right. Ian should never skip out on taking his medication, it could cause too much damage. The thought of Ian becoming manic again makes everyone upset.
Ian lets out a frustrated grunt. “Someone fucking stole them! I didn’t tell anyone because I knew this would be the fucking reaction!” The yells stop for a few seconds. “I’m not fucking manic, Mickey!”
“You wouldn’t know, asshole! I would fucking know!” Mickey shouts. “You’re fuckin’ lucky I don’t see it right now!”
Ian storms down the stairs and notices his siblings annoyed faces. He rolls his eyes and takes a seat. “Don’t say a fucking word, okay?”
Before anyone even had a chance to say anything, Frank comes storming in the house. “I need a beer.” He heads for the fridge, then takes a seat next to the redhead.
“You’re not stayin’ here, Frank,” Fiona says coldly. “You got your beer now get out.”
“This is my house!” Frank responds. It’s clear he’s already drunk. The man turns his body to Ian. “Ian, I need some of those drugs you’re packin’ because they are selling like crazy.”
Ian stands up to back away from Frank. “What drugs?”
“The lithium,” he speaks with no question in his voice. “You don’t need ‘em, you’re fine. I’ve been telling people it’s Oxy.” He laughs.
“You’re not taking my pills, Frank, I do need them!”
Frank is quickly becoming frustrated. “Son–”
“I’m not you’re fucking son, remember? Monica fucked your brother.” With that being said, Frank lunges himself forward to attack his son. Everyone was screaming, but no one knew what to do. He got about four good punches in before something pulled him back.
Mickey grabs Frank by the neck and slams him against the door. “You don’t ever touch a fucking hair on his head. You never get to lay another fucking hand on him.” Frank sucks for a breath. “You don’t ever take a single pill from him again either. Do you understand me, Frank? Last time you pissed me off this bad I almost killed ya,” he talks coldly. “I’ll fucking finish it next time.”
“I understand, I understand.” Frank slightly nods. “Nice to have you back, Mickey,” he says before Mickey pushed him out the door.
Ian laughs. “Should’ve let you kill him the first time.”
When Mickey sees a bloody Ian sitting on the floor, he goes to grab a towel to wash the blood off. He sits on the floor in front of Ian and carefully washes the wounds on his face. When he finishes he kisses Ian’s head and helps him to his feet. “I need you to take the pills because I can’t risk losing you, okay?” Mickey forgets about the presence of the other people. He doesn’t even notice when Lip walks in, but neither does anyone else because they’re too focus on Ian and Mickey. “It wouldn’t be me and you anymore if you decided to go off the deep end and wind up killing yourself.” He grabs the back of Ian’s neck.
“Me and you,” Ian whispers. He then leans into Mickey. “I’ll take them, I’m sorry.” Mickey nods and backs away.
Mickey is the first to notice Lip standing in the doorway. “Asshole’s home,” he points to the oldest Gallagher boy.
“Which one? Me or you?” Lip chuckles. He looks a lot healthier than he did before he left. Everyone then runs to hug him except Mickey and Trevor.
Mickey gives Trevor an evil glare and when everyone backs away from Lip he asks, “Fuck’s he still doing here?” He points at Trev.
“Didn’t believe you loved him,” Trevor says with guilt. “I was wrong.”
“Wait–” Fiona turns to Ian and Mickey. “When were you going to tell us you’re getting married?”
“You’re getting married?” Lip looks confused.
The back door swings open allowing V and Kev into the house. “Who’s getting married?”
Mickey puts his head in his hands. “Oh for God’s sakes, you should’ve told them when I was gone,” he says to Ian.
Ian snorts. “Nah.”
“Hey, Mickey’s back!” Kev walked up to him to pat him on the back.
Mickey slowly stiffens more and more at all the people in the house. Ian notices his boyfriend’s unsteady breath, so he places a hand on his back to assure him that he’s there. Mickey eased into the touch and felt himself relax.
Once everyone quieted down, Mickey felt himself breathe again. Everyone then moved back to Lip and asked him all about how rehab was for him. After that, they all took their seats around the dinner table and began to eat.
“So,” Carl looked at Mickey. “I think you got some explaining to do.”
“Oh, fuck,” he said stressfully.
“I got it, Mick. Just fill in when you need to.” Ian then proceeded to tell them how Mickey kept in touch with Mandy throughout the five months after his escape. When Mickey arrived in Mexico, Mandy visited the Gallagher’s half sister Sammi, and harshly convinced her to drop all charges against Mickey, making sure she tells the court that he’s innocent. After that, Mandy proceeded to make sure there were no charges held against Mickey after the escape. Mandy refused to share how she managed to do that, but she guaranteed that he was a safe and free man.
“And about getting fuckin’ hitched and shit,” Mickey reminded Ian to tell them about that.
“Oh yeah,” he started. “I drove with him to the border the day before Monica died. We made an agreement that if he wasn’t back in six months that I’d come to Mexico, but me, being the pussy I was that day, didn’t think that it was enough so I told him I wanted to get married when we were reunited.”
Everyone was listening intently. Trevor ended the silence. “Well, fuck. I never seen love like this before. Sorry I keep sayin’ it straight out like that, but I never seen two people look at each other like that or talk about each other like that, especially in the Southside.” Ian smiles at the words, and Mickey looks down shyly.
“We warned you, man,” Kev says to Trev.
“Guess we got a wedding to plan!” Fiona says happily.
Mickey squeezes Ian’s knee under the table and chokes back a grin. When he turns his head to see Ian staring at him was a flashing white smile plastered across his face, he cannot help but reciprocate.
“We’re getting married, baby,” Ian whispers in Mickey’s ear and kisses the hand he is holding.
“You and me,” Mickey smiles. “We’re really doing it.”
the saddest thing about the gallavich break up to me was just… mickey would destroy himself to fix ian, and that was kinda the problem. ian didn’t want to destroy anyone, especially when it was something he couldn’t really control. he didn’t want to put the people he loves “through hell” but he knew that mickey would go through hell if it meant ian might get better, and ian just couldn’t stand to watch mickey go through all of that because of him. the whole “you can never make those people happy” thing… they just loved each other so freaking much and couldn’t quite sync up at the end….they loved each other too much and that’s why ian broke up with him, not just “because he could” like a lot of y’all have implied…it’s just sad my man
I understand why everyone hates Caleb\Ian, alright? I get it. Okay. I do. But stop. Breath. And look at this from a un-bias point of view.
Yes. Mickey was so good with Ian. He changed. He did. But look at it this way.
Mickey would hit Ian if he did something to lovey. Mickey would threaten him if he said something “gay”. Mickey was probably going to be in and out of jail his whole life. Mickey was closeted for 90% of the relationship. He was going to kill Ian’s dad because Frank caught them. Mickey didn’t divorce Svetlana until she need to not get deported.
Caleb has a full time job, a stable one. He didn’t have any problem showing Ian off immediately. He was honest about him being HIV positive. He didn’t blink twice when Ian told him about being a stripper or his other sexual acts. Caleb didn’t think about running away when Ian said he was bipolar. Caleb helped Ian get a good job.
I love Mickey. He was so great. And he changed so much. I’m so proud of him and I am a little disappointed in Ian for just cutting it off like that. But did you guys hear what Ian said to Caleb?
“I haven’t been this happy in a long time.”
And I’m not sure if it’s true or not, but let’s say Caleb did cheat on Ian. Mickey fucked random girls through the beginning of the relationship. Anyone remember Angie Zago?
Please leave Ian and Caleb alone. If Ian’s happy, let him be. I love Ian and I like seeing him happy. So if the unfortunate case is Ian is happier with Caleb, than I support it.