Hey guys! Welcome to the fourth installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'
What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.
This is my first fic for this ship, they give me so many feels. I found them a bit harder to write than I thought, but I hope that you still like it ^_^
Enjoy, much love xox
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It had been one of those rare (extremely rare) days at the Gallagher residence where nothing happened. There had been no fights, no arrests, no break ups, no fires, and no one had tried to kill anyone else. Not even Frank had ruined it with some crazy new scheme. It was peaceful, which actually meant that it had been an odd day.
Ian and Mickey had spent most of the day doing sweet fuck all. This included napping, fucking, showering, napping some more, and watching T.V.
When it came around to dinner time they were starving. No one seemed to be cooking anything, and neither of them could be arsed to either. They agreed on fried chicken since it was the shortest walk from the house, plus Mickey knew a kid that worked at the chicken shop that would give them free shit.
Their walk took longer than it should have, mostly because they were being dickheads the whole way there. After getting their order (plus some free stuff), they decided to sit in the park across the road instead of taking it home where it was likely to get stolen.
The bench seats were pretty gross in the park, so they sat on the grass under a gnarled, broken tree instead.
"This has got to be the most normal date we've ever had," Ian pointed out through a mouthful of chicken.
"I didn't realise we were on a date," Mickey responded, and then shoved a handful of chips in his mouth, "do married people even go on dates?" he mused.
"I mean, I'm sure they do, right? Like I still wanna spend time with you, and go on spontaneous roadtrips, and do all the stuff we did together before getting married," Ian admitted, playing with the ring on his finger. He was still getting used to the feeling of it, not only the metal on his skin, but being married.
"Hey, nothin's gonna change okay? You're still you, and I'm still me, we're still gonna get into trouble and fuck shit up every other day. Ain't nothin' changed," Mickey assured him, knowing Ian's fears and insecurities.
Ian smiled, "Yeah, you're right."
"Don't you forget it," Mickey told him and licked his fingers clean of salt and grease. He laid back on the grass and sighed in contentment, "Hey, check out these white berries, I thought this tree was dead."
Ian wiped his fingers on the napkins and laid down next to Mickey to see what he was talking about, "Kinda looks like mistletoe I think," he said squinting up at the broken branches.
"Pretty gay that you know that," Mickey teased, turning his head to face his husband.
"Just shut up and kiss me Mick."
Mickey didn't have to be told twice. From the moment their lips touched there was a fiery passion, just like every time they'd ever kissed. The world melted away and it was just the two of them rolling around in the grass, lip locked and intensely in love.