Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Super Fuckin' Cute

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I Didn't Write This it was Actually Written By:  cantfuckinbelievethis
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http://archiveofourown.org/users/cantfuckinbelievethis/pseuds/cantfuckinbelievethis
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Summary:

Prompt: Ian is jealous of himself, aka a younger love-struck Ian with a goofy grin and an insane amount of freckles, that Mickey often reminisces or talks about uncontrollably. Please let this be a universe in which they have always been together happily. Ian didn't do any of the bullshit throughout season 5 and 6. He simply grows out of the scrawny, shy little boy he was (and Mickey missed). Bonus for including the Gallaghers ;)

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It was decided. Mickey wasn’t allowed around the Gallaghers anymore. It turns out they’re a bad influence on him, if you can believe it. 

    When he’s around, they tend to all make fun of Ian more. Like right now, all gathered around the Gallagher’s kitchen table looking at old photos. They were all cackling at a photo of Ian when V offered to bleach his hair blonde and it was all curly. They called it his “noodle hair” and always reminded him of it. It was mortifying for Mickey to see these photos, but he evidently thought they were great. 

    ‘Oh my fuckin’ God, Gallagher, look how smug you look,’ Mickey snickered. 

    ‘He thought he was the shit,’ Lip chuckled. 

    ‘Shut the fuck up. Didn’t you guys ever have bad hair? I know Fiona did.’ 

    Fiona scowled. ‘It was cool to have…bigger hair then.’ 

    Lip snorted. ‘Fiona, it looked like you got a perm.’ 

    ‘Exactly!’ Ian argued, sitting down next to his boyfriend. ‘And I’m sure Lip had ridiculous hair at some point that I don’t remember. Mick, you totally would’ve been someone to have stupid hair.’ 

    ‘Nah, I remember,’ Lip interrupted before Mickey could. ‘We had the hair cuts that were actually popular at the time. Ya know, emo hair, shaved heads…nothing too bad like your noodle hair.’ 

    Mickey snorted. ‘High-larious.’ 

    Ian groaned, dropping his head into his arms before sitting up with renewed vigour and tearing the book out of Mickey’s hands. ‘Okay, we’re done here.’ 

    They all whined in protest, but Ian was adamant at removing his boyfriend from this hostile and humiliating environment. Grabbing his hand, he dragged Mickey out the door. 

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That night, Ian came back from brushing his teeth to see Mickey lying in bed, grinning down at his phone. Ian climbed into bed beside him. 

    He eyed the grin suspiciously. ‘You’re not on Grindr are you?’ 

    Mickey snorted. ‘No.’