Done To Death
A selection of one shots; each an Ian/Mickey cliché
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Mandy Finds Out
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At the end of the day, it hadn't been Mickey's most subtle moment. For example, he could have done with checking the house was empty before inviting Ian over. It was just that Mandy had been spending so much time with Lip recently that Mickey kinda figured there was no way she would be at home.
At least it wasn't Terry. That was something to be fucking grateful for.
So anyway, Mickey walks out of his bedroom, butt starkers, to find Ian and Mandy in the front room.
"Jesus Mickey! Put some clothes on!" Mandy snaps when she sees him.
"You got a problem with my junk, bitch?" Mickey asks, all snarky, pointing in the direction of his groin.
"It's hardly what Ian wants to see," Mandy argues, glancing at her best friend who is looking pointedly at the ceiling; his grin over taking his face. Luckily Mandy is not looking down in the direction her brother is, so she can't see what's got Mickey smirking.
Which just goes to show how oblivious she really is – because what Mickey is looking at is pretty fucking obvious.
"I could tell you something to make you less cocky…" Mandy says, hands on her hips, staring Mickey down.
"Yeah? Like the fact Gallagher is gay you mean?"
"You Know?! And you're still naked?!"
Ian laughs now and she turns to glare at him.
"It was to save time princess – you and your fat ass weren't supposed to be here," Mickey smirks at her and Mandy slaps him around the head before turning to stare at Ian who is already removing his coat.
"I can take it from here, Mandy," Ian explains, following Mickey into the bedroom and winking at her before shutting the door.
And when the noises start, Mandy decides that leaving the house today might be a good idea after all.