What the fuck are we gonna do for money Mickey?

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What the fuck are we gonna do for money Mickey?
Mickey scoffed and shrugged his shoulder, “Yeah, fine whatever. You’re a terrible driver anyways.” he teased and headed out the door with Svetlana’s list in hand. He got into the beat up Milkovich car, a vehicle that had been in just as much trouble as the family itself, “Make sure the little shit’s buckled in tight.”
Ian rolled his eyes and grinned at Yev blowing raspberries with his tongue. "Agreed." He tells the baby and follows his father out, smacking his ass before he went into the back. The Gallagher set the baby up in his carseat, buckling him in nice and snug, before sitting down next to him.
“I can be affectionate when I want to be.” he said, smirking as he looked away from him and headed to grab Yev. The baby was awake, cooing and blowing spit bubbles, “Cute shit.” he said with a laugh, and picked him up, and snuggled him close, “Yo! You ready, Fire Crotch?”
Ian plucked the baby Milkovich out of his boyfriend's arms, making face at the little bundle that was almost cuter than Mickey. ( Actually, he probably was cuter, but don't tell Mickey that ). "I'm ready. You're driving. I get to hang out with Yevvy."
Mickey scoffed once more, rolling his eyes at Ian’s teasing, “I don’t need to go to a fuckin’ gym. I’m strong enough. i’ll show you, smart guy.” he reached out and let his hand cup Ian’s chin, kissing him hard, “You’re lucky I like that Gallagher thing, asshole. Let’s go and get back.
"You're awfully affectionate today." Ian gives a faint smile. and kisses Mickey back. "I'm enjoying this. Alright. I know you're strong. s'what I like about you. One of the many things actually." He lets out a small laugh. "You grab Yevvy and let's go then, ass."
Mickey rolled his eyes, trying not to be phased by that stupid, breathtaking grin Ian had, “Shut up, I let you fuckin’ win.” he countered, lifting a brow as he suggested fucking in the Kash and Grab, “Shit, I think Linda would shoot me regardless if I stole shit. Yes, come with me, asshole. Then tonight, we’ll bang. Sound good?” he smirked, tugging Ian in by his collar and kissing him hard, “You always been such a smartass?”
"Right." He looked at his own arms. "Come to the gym with me every now and then and you might stand a chance." He grins again, focusing on Mickey's stupid face and how much he liked to look at it before returning the kiss. "--- alright then. Sounds like a date. And yes. I have. Glad you finally noticed. It's a Gallagher thing."
Can we talk about Mickey gripping Ian so tightly that he leaves a handprint?
“Fuck you, Army. You beat me at that shit every time lately.” not that Mickey really minded bottoming, hell, he fucking loved it. Though, switching it up from time to time is nice. He sighed a bit, “You always go to the store, I can do it. Hell, wanna just come with me? Show me how to do this shit?”
The redhead childishly grinned and kicked his feet a little, leaning back in his chair. "What do you mean lately? I've always beaten you." Ian boasts. "You wanna come with me? We could bang in the back of the Kash and Grab just like old times. Just try not to steal any more Snickers. Yev needs his daddy."
“Yeah, trust me. I’m well aware of that fact, thanks for reminding me.” He said with a scoff, glaring down at the list Svetlana had left him, “How come she’s got to be so vague though? Diapers, Rash Cream, how come she didn’t put what kind? It would make shit easier, you know?”
"You know what --- just, give me the list. I'll go do it." Ian took the little Milkovich and list out of Mickey's hands. "You can pay me back by wrestling me. Loser bottoms. Usual rules. Sound good?"
thank bottomsupfuckers for dragging me back on here lol
"I don’t know, I have to fuckin’ get diapers. I don’t know which kind though. The kid is growin’ like a weed.”
"You're hopeless sometimes. Y'know that?"
whoa look who's here it's me
Wanna do the honors?
What you don’t want me to go? Probably best if you don’t, tough guy.
I don’t think it’s much of a secret now, so I can say it. Ian is bipolar, pretty severely. He is self-medicating with drugs and he probably went through some sort of traumatic event in basic training. Not to mention, the exacerbation of his illness from the stress from his relationship with Mickey’s character has left a pretty large wound on his psyche at the moment.
" --- can I help you? "