Gallavich Fluff & Smut

No One Is Completely Fearless

By: Fallenstar92
(her works are literally amazing 🥰. I would post more but I'm not sure how y'all feel about a pregnant Mickey or ABO writings.)

Summary:

Even if he can shoot a gun or yell at the top of his lungs, Mickey Milkovich isn't a fan of loud noises.
Or, five times Ian sees Mickey react and the one time he knows why.

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To an outsider, Mickey Milkovich would look fearless; hell, even most people close to him are under that impression. The thing is, though, even the toughest, most abrasive people are afraid of something; since he was four, Ian had been afraid of lightening (after Lip told him a story about people dying after they were struck by it), Mandy was afraid of power outages (because "fuck you, no one likes the dark!"), Lip was afraid to drive on bridges (because, once again, "Fuck you, no one likes that shit!"), and Fiona had been afraid of clowns since she was old enough to remember. They all assumed, though, that-because he would laugh at some of their sillier fears-Mickey didn't have any. So for the longest time, everyone just believed their lovable thug was as fearless as he seemed.

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Ian, Mickey, and Yevgeny were running late when they finally arrived at the Gallagher house for Lip's birthday party. "Dad, Pop, can I go say hi to Uncle Liam and Uncle Carl?" Yevgeny asked, practically vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

"Yeah, but when we yell for your ass you better come back down." Mickey told his son, ruffling his dark hair.

"Okay!" Before either of the boy's fathers could say anything else he had darted up the stairs to find his two favorite uncles.

"Kid warships the ground those fuckers walk on." Mickey mused, moving to help Fiona prepare dinner. "Least it ain't the asshole." Mickey muttered as he chopped vegetables.

"Baby, be nice to the asshole, today; it's his birthday." Ian warned, kissing his fiancée on the cheek. "Anyway, it's not like he doesn't love Lip."

"Not as much as Carl; if he told Yev to jump off a fuckin' bridge Yev would find a damn bungee cord and do it until he was in the spot Carl wanted him to jump off." Mickey replied with a cringe at just how accurate his statement was. "And when am I not nice? I'm fuckin' delightful." He glared at Ian and Fiona when they both started to laugh. "I am, fuck you both very much!"

Despite Mickey trying to hide it, Ian saw the small smile on the brunette's face when he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him away from the counter. "Yes you are, baby." Ian teased, peppering Mickey's face with wet kisses. "You never tell me to fuck off or call me an asshole! Oh, and you've never kicked me for interrupting your beauty sleep." Fiona was laughing hard enough she had tears in her eyes at this point. "Not that you need it." Ian whispered with a wink and light slap to Mickey's ass.

POP!

Ian jumped back slightly, not expecting the loud popping sound fallowed by his brother and Best Friend's incessant laughing. Mickey, however, seemed to freeze mid chop, his breath coming out in quick, uneven bursts.

"Happy fuckin' birthday to me!" An obviously drunk Lip shouted, earning him a slap to the chest from Fiona. "Ouch! No hittin' the birthday boy!" Lip laughed before he noticed how still Mickey was. "You okay, Mick?" Mickey looked around frantically, blinking as he tried to regain his ability to breathe properly.

"Yeah. Surprised me... Didn't Frank and Monica tell your ass not to sneak up on someone holdin' a fuckin' knife?" Mickey dropped said knife on the countertop before making a lame excuse about needing to use the restroom.