Gallavich Oneshots

We take care of each other, through sickness and health

Summary: Mickey takes care of Ian while he goes through an episode.
(After they get married)

We take care of each other, through sickness and health

Mickey's pov

Ian was acting different. Mickey knows Ian hates it when Mickey assumes.

So he doesn't.

He keeps to himself, but he observes his lover.

Ian just thinks there's nothing wrong, like he always does. There's ups, and there's downs. And Mickey will always be here through them all.

But sometimes it gets to Mickey how Ian doesn't let him be there anymore.

Of course Mickey will never say. But he wants to be their for the fucking cock sucker. Yet, there's silence.

"Lip" Mickey speaks up once Ian has left the kitchen. Lip hums in reply. "Ian, he different to you?" Mickey asks, voice as quiet as a whisper, eyes staying in the direction to where Ian had just left. Lips head snapped towards Mickey.

"He not taking his meds?"

"How the fuck am i supposed to know? Why do you think i'm asking you?"

"Man, i'll talk to him. If he's not taking his meds, he-"

"I know what he'll be like. I'll talk him" Mickey sighed, putting out his cigarette. Lip watched and nodded gently.

"Be gentle though, Mick" Mickey nodded, more to himself. 

It used to scare Mickey how soft he is with Ian. The only person he's ever been soft to. The only person he could ever see himself being soft for.

Mickey just made a noise of acknowledgement before leaving. 

"Ian, what the fuck" Mickey breathed out heavily, walking through the front door to the Gallagher's house. Ian payed no attention to his husband. Mickey just stared at the redhead sitting on the couch watching the tv that was playing in the background. "I've looked for you all day".

No reply. Mickey just saw Ian look at him, from the side of his eye. Mickey let himself breath in and out.

"I have a job tomorrow. You in?" Mickey questioned, sitting next to Ian. He needs to take this slow. The second he starts pointing fingers, it'll piss Ian off. 

"What is it?"

"Nothing we haven't done before"

"Ok then" Ian replied.

It was starting to piss Mickey off.

"You feeling okay?" Mickey asked, slowly getting closer to Ian.

"Why wouldn't i be?" Ian questioned, his eyes narrowing on Mickey as he turned to look at him.

"Nothing, you're just quiet" Mickey shrugged, burping, while turning to the tv. Fuck it. "You taking your pills" Mickey blurted out of nowhere.

"Knew it" Ian snapped before standing up. "Fucking kn-"

"Ian".

"What, so i can't be distant now? Whenever i start acting moody, or cold. It's gonna be 'you taking your meds', is this how i have to always fucking live" Ian began shouting, Mickey expected this to happen.

"I just thought it would be safe to ask. So-" a manic episode. Probably not the best to say anything though. "I love you" Mickey whispered. Ian watched him. His eyes closed, and his jaw rested. His shoulders seemed to relax at that moment.

Something Mickey said, it must've been right.

"I wanna be there for you. Through everything, okay. All the good, and the bad" Mickey just rambled. "I wanna-" 

"I know-" Ian interrupted, throat clenching.

"No, Ian. We take care of each other, you and i. No matter what" Mickey felt himself gulp before Ian interrupted once more.

"Through sickness and health, i know".

"Through sickness and health" Mickey repeated with a bit of a smile appearing. "Whenever you feel low, i want you to come to me okay. Let me know how your feeling-" Mickey nodded, walking towards Ian and rested their foreheads together.

"I'll be here, always.".

Ian stopped Mickey by placing their lips together. They connected themselves to each other. Ian gently swiped his tongue on Mickey's bottom lip. He laughed and pulled away.

"I'm feeling a bit low today Mick" Ian whispered, staring intensely in Mickey's eyes.

"Then let me take care of you".

"Okay" Ian whispered before Mickey wrapped his arms around his lover, holding Ian as close as possible.

a/n

Sorry if there are any mistakes