filler because im still working on chapter 12
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I Don't Have a Fucking Ring
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Summary:
Based on a prompt: The Gallagher’s and/or Ball’s walk in on Mickey trying to propose to Ian.
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Mickey was acting weird, weirder than normal, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ian.
He watched him get flustered by every little thing and flit about the place like he couldn’t remember where he was going or what he was doing. If Ian didn’t find it completely adorable he might have pulled him over sooner, but Mickey’s red cheeks and his hair hanging down over his brow was a wonderful sight.
Ian sat on the couch, flicking through channels just trying to find anything half decent to watch when Mickey came and sat down next to him. He looked up and smiled before turning back to the TV and Mickey cleared his throat a little.
“I uh, I got somethin’ I wanna talk to you about,” he said awkwardly.
“So go on, I’m listening,” Ian said, eyes still on the screen.
“Can you turn that thing off for a sec?” he said.
“I can listen to you and watch this it’s not big ― hey!” he shouted as Mickey snatched the remote from his hands and turned the TV off, throwing the remote over to the armchair. “Was that really necessary?”
“Can you shut the fuck up for a minute?” Mickey said and Ian rolled his eyes a little.
“Okay, you have my full attention, what is it?” he asked.
Mickey exhaled heavily, and Ian knew he had a stupid smile on his face because Mickey just looked so nervous.
“I wanna… I mean I know this kinda crap is important to you, so I want―” he started, getting cut off by Debbie as she walked down the stairs.
“Hey have either of you seen my sneakers? I swear I left them in my room but I can’t find them,” she said. “I need them for training.”
Mickey grumbled and gave her a glare but Ian just shrugged.
“Haven’t seen ‘em Debs,” he said. “You tried the back yard?”
“Yeah I’ll do that now, thanks,” she said, wandering out through the kitchen.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” Ian asked.
“I was just trying to say that I don’t… I mean you give a shit about a lot of things that never fuckin’ meant anything to me, and I don’t fucking get it, well I didn’t get it, not really… not until―” he was cut off again when the door burst open and Liam came running in, calling out Ian’s name over and over and climbing over the side of the couch to get to him.
“Ian! Ian! Ian!” he squealed and Ian just laughed as he lifted him up and gave him a squeeze.
“Hey little guy!” he grinned and this time Mickey’s grumbling and groaning was audible and Ian gave him a look.
“Hey!” Fiona said from the doorway. “Don’t mind him he’s had way too much sugar. Come on, let your brother get back to… not watching TV? Jesus, take it upstairs maybe…”
“We weren’t…” Ian shook his head a little. “We’re just talking.”
“Fucking trying to…” Mickey mumbled as Fiona made her way into the kitchen, tapping Liam on the shoulder as she did.
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