Done To Death

A selection of one shots; each an Ian/Mickey cliché

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Babysitting Liam

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With the exception of Ian, who was obviously Mickey's favourite Gallagher, Mickey supposed if he had to pick one he didn't completely hate then it would be Liam.

Fiona was damn bossy, Lip too fucking clever. He was vaguely aware of some little ginger kid and a psychotic, but mostly he just tuned them out – it wasn't like he actually gave a shit.

But he supposed if he wanted to keep sleeping with Ian – and he did – he would have to pretend to like at least one of them. So he picked Liam – babies were piss easy: keep one end fed, the other end clean, and the bit in-between happy. It wasn't rocket science, which was a good fucking thing because it wasn't like Mickey had ever taken his education seriously.

But quite why he had agreed to join Ian in babysitting Liam was fucking baffling.

Okay, so he had kinda figured that the little rugrat would just drop off to sleep, and then he and Firecrotch could get it on in an empty house. Mickey was no prude, but it would be good to fuck in a bed for a change. Even the bloody sofa would be an improvement. It was getting cold outside this time of year, and Mickey had plans for his balls that didn't include freezing them off thank you very much.

What he didn't take into consideration was that Liam might not be in on these plans and actually be conscious when Mickey walked in the back door, resulting in him actually having to interact with the kid.

Not that it was too difficult – he just had to let Liam babble away and try not to swear in front of him. He figured the kid had heard enough bad words in his life without input from a Milkovich.

Mickey hadn't cottoned onto, however, just how intently Ian was watching him. The redhead hadn't honestly expected Mickey to take Liam off him quite so willingly, but now Ian couldn't take his eyes off of the pair – Liam bouncing up and down on Mickey's lap, and Mickey pretending like it was pissing him off when of course Ian knew better.

And for a split second, Ian could see a fleeting, impossible future – the two of them bringing up a family of their own. And then the sounds of the Southside broke through his eardrums and reality set back in. A reality in which Mickey was imitating the faces Liam was pulling.

Ian wasn't going to lie – it turned him on a little; seeing this side of his-not-quite-boyfriend. It wasn't Mickey's fault what family he had grown up in. The Milkovichs were just as dysfunctional as the Gallaghers, but the difference was that where the Gallaghers stuck together, the Milkovichs fell apart. He kinda felt sorry for Mickey in that moment; for all he had missed out on. But then Liam pinched Mickey's nose and in a second Mickey had the boy hanging upside down by his ankle, squealing in delight, and Ian knew he wouldn't change anything about Mickey.

And when the boy threw Liam over his shoulder and bounded up the stairs, Ian knew he was going to follow them.

As the afternoon wore on, Mickey came to realise that hanging out with some of the Gallaghers wasn't so bad. And, as long as the kid eventually went to sleep and he and Ian could get down to the sex thing, that was what really mattered.

That's what Mickey kept telling himself anyway.