Whataboutthat
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- Shameless (US) (17)
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"Christ!" Mickey yells out, nearly jumping out of his skin. "The fuck are you doin'?"
"Mickey," Ian slurs unhelpfully, gripping at his cheeks hard enough that Mickey feels his face getting squished.
"Ian, fuckin'—" his voice comes out muffled, pulling at Ian's hands without any success. "Let go of me you—!"
Before he can finish, Ian lurches forward again, tries to get their faces closer together in what Mickey can only assume is a really shitty attempt at kissing him, which pushes way more weight onto him and causes him to stumble backwards.
"Fuckin'—" Mickey squawks as their legs get tangled together, his eyes widening as gravity suddenly inverts and he loses his footing, falling back onto the couch.
He has approximately half of a second to think to himself this is going to hurt, before Ian's full weight crushes down onto him and knocks the wind right out from his lungs.
"Jesus," he wheezes as Ian scrambles on top of him, getting his hands back on Mickey's face.
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Or, Ian's plastered, and inadvertently causes some physical damage because of it. -
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Ian hums, leans with his arms on the counter, but his eyes are mostly closed. He looks exhausted, and Mickey feels a pang of guilt for having woken him up, even if he didn't mean to.
"You should go back to bed," he says. "You look like you're about to keel over."
"Hm," Ian says, shakes his head. "Not if you're out here. Can't sleep."
He smiles faintly, exhales in amusement. "Okay big guy, let's go back to bed then. Maybe the tea's supposed to taste like shit and then knock me out."
"One can hope," Ian says, dragging his feet back to bed with Mickey in tow.
(...)
He plays idly with Ian's hair, which gets him a satisfied hum that vibrates against his collarbone, before Ian's breaths even out and his body gets heavy with sleep not long after. He presses a kiss to the top of Ian's head, sighs because he knows he isn't falling asleep tonight. He can just tell. He closes his eyes anyways, tries to ignore how they sting from how tired he is, and breathes.
And breathes.
And breathes.
And doesn't fall asleep.
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Or, Mickey suffers from a bout of insomnia. It gets worse before it gets better. -
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"Ian," he hears Lip say, as he continues to watch Mickey talk with Debbie and Carl.
"Hm?" he says, and immediately snaps his head towards his brother with a swear as Lip elbows him in the side. "Hey! What the fuck?"
Lip points at him, face deadly serious except for a little bit of mirth in his eyes. "Behave yourself. Stop eye-fucking Mickey from across the room."
"I am not—" he goes to defend himself, feels the way his ears burn when Lip just levels him with a deadpan stare. "Shut up."
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Or, Mickey wears a suit and Ian goes a little crazy when he isn't the only person who notices. -
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"D'you think I should lose some weight?"
Mickey freezes, his mind going blank, grip going lax around the handle of his coffee mug. "Excuse me?"
Ian isn't even looking up from his phone, still wearing that contemplative expression like he didn't just ask Mickey the most nightmare scenario question in the world. Ian? Losing weight? Is he insane? Why the fuck would he want to do that?
"I dunno, Lip sent a picture from a few years back and—"
What?
"I look more fit, y'know? Like I see muscle instead of—"
What.
"The sort of…pudge I've got right now? So I was just thinkin', like, I could lose some weight, get back in shape—"
What.
"Go to the gym and get some more defined muscles like before," he looks up from his phone then and startles. "Woah, hey, you okay? You look a bit—"
"I'm goin' to kill your brother," Mickey says.
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"Looks pretty spooky though," Ian says, wiggling his fingers like a dork.
Honestly? It looks boring as fuck, but Mickey ain't too picky when it comes to this kinda thing. Again, he likes bad horror movies.
But when Mickey just continues to look at the screen, scepticism clear on his face, Ian goes, "What, too chickenshit?"
"No," he says defensively, before pressing play with a bit more force than necessary. And hey, if it does end up being boring, he's sure he and Ian can make things more… entertaining by themselves. "Fine. Whatever, why the fuck not?"
Famous fucking last words.
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Or, Ian and Mickey watch a horror movie and pretend not to be scared afterwards.