gallavich oneshots<3

Why do you waste these perfectly good shirts?

Ian had noticed lately that every time he would see Mickey wearing something other than his hoodie or a sweater or something like that, that almost every shirt had the sleeves chopped off. He wondered why Mickey did that but for some odd reason it really bothered Ian. If they were gonna spend money on shirts that Mickey was gonna ruin anyways what was the point of getting nice shirts in the first place?

This morning Ian had come back from an early run and Mickey sat on the couch on his phone, he was wearing a tank top. A homemade tank top, cut off sleeves from a normal tee, of course. "Morning mick" Ian said slightly out of breath, he walked past Mickey and briefly rubbed his shoulder. Mickey flinched back, "Jesus Christ your hands are freezing" he said shivering a little. Ian just chuckled and sat beside Mickey on the couch, giving him a quick kiss. Mickey smiled slightly before going back to his phone, meanwhile Ian stared at Mickeys bare arms. He would never complain about Mickeys style or choices or anything Mickey did, definitely not. He loved Mickey the way he was, he was a perfect man in Ian's eyes but the fuckin shirts bothered him. It wasn't that it made his boyfriend ugly or not look good cause if he was being honest it was kinda hot. It was just the fact that they were both working decent-ish jobs, at least Ian was, and they were spending well earned money on these shirts that were perfectly good in the first place. Then Mickey goes and ruins them with some scissors just bothered Ian. Irritated him.

"I can feel you staring firecrotch" Mickey said with his eyes still on his screen, Ian blinked a few times and sat up more straight. "You good?" Mickey said eventually looking up at his boyfriend, Ian just slightly nodded and looked away. Mickey just scoffed, "come on firecrotch, what's on your mind? You seem odd" Mickey said shutting his phone off and turning his full attention onto Ian. Ian just sighed and rubbed his forehead, "it's just" he took a breath and looked up at Mickey who had a quirked eyebrow. "You fuckin, it's just, your" Ian couldn't seem to find the right words to tell Mickey how bothered he was. "Jesus Christ Ian spit it out" Mickey said sighing, Ian just looked away and bit his lip. He didn't want this to sound the wrong way. "Your fucking shirts are all cut up now and have no sleeves and it's just we spend our well earned money onto these nice shirts and you go an-", "hold up, your mad because I cut my.. shirts?" Mickey said furrowing his eyebrows. Ian just gulped, "it's not a bad thing, well it is but like I don't care you look nice it's jus-", "your literally irritated because some fucking clothing?" Mickey said in frustration. "No mickey it's just i don't understand why you are ruining such nice clothing!" Ian said trying to make the situation better but Mickey wasn't having it. "You don't have the fucking right to judge what the fuck I do with my clothes because it's my body not yours" Mickey said standing up and storming into their shared bedroom. "Mick!" Ian said chasing after Mickey but Mickey was too quick to lock the door. "Mick I didn't mean it in that way you are so fucking beautiful in my eyes" Ian said sliding down the door with his hands pressed against it. Mickey was on the other side rummaging through his shirts and ripping out every single shirt that was cut up, including the one he was wearing and shoved it into a suitcase.

Mickey eventually opened up the door making Ian fumble onto the ground before he was standing up quickly. "Fucking take it" Mickey grumbled shoving the suitcase into Ian's chest before storming over to the bed and sitting on the edge with his arms crossed, staring straight at Ian. Ian opened up the suitcase and saw all the shirts he was talking about before closing it again and looking up at Mickey who quickly looked the other way.

"Mick.." Ian whispered walking closer to his boyfriend, Mickey just jutted his chin out. "Don't fucking say anything, if you don't fucking want them here then throw them away" Mickey said standing up and tugging on Ian's hoodie and staring back at Ian. Ian just sighed and opened the suitcase and slowly started to put the shirts back to where they were before mickeys mini freak out. Mickey carefully watched him before Ian was putting the suitcase back where it always stayed and he was soon standing right in front of Mickey with his gentle hands holding his cheeks. "Mick I never said I wanted them thrown out or to get rid of them, I truly and honestly don't care anymore because if this is how you want to look then so be it. I love you no matter fucking what and yeah I was little irritated for awhile but I love you and that includes your style." Ian said giving Mickey a gentle smile. Mickey just sighed and gave in, smiling back. Ian leaned in and Mickey leaned in even farther eventually connecting their lips together in a slow kiss. Ian pulled back and pulled Mickey into a hug, "your too soft for my own good gallagher" Mickey whispered, wrapping his smaller arms around Ian's torso. Ian took a small whiff of his boyfriends scent that he adored, "I know" he whispered back.