I need more scenarios of ian *grabs mickeys thigh possessively* 😵💫
*chanting* thighs! thighs! thighs! THIGHS! *busts down the door, chanting gets louder* THIGHS! THIGHS! THIGHS! THIGHS!!!! oh god YEAH!
hmmm they’re at the pool, lounging in the sun. mickey has his lil shorts on, maybe he’s nursing a drink while he stretches out in his chair. ian is lathering himself in sunscreen, of course. some poor soul comes to sit next to mickey, probably says something weird about how good he’ll look with a lil sun. pointedly ignores the tattoo. ian will not stand for this. he sits up, slaps a greased up, sunscreeny hand over mickey’s bare thigh and squeezes. “honey 😇 can you get my back?”
ORRR they’re at a bar, just relaxing after a day of work. some drunk idiot bumps into mickey and grabs him to keep their balance - roughly, but not on purpose. but ian goes full Protective Husband and reaches over to grip mickey’s thigh. “don’t fuckin touch him,” he hisses 😤 drunk idiot trips over himself to get out of the way and mickey is straight up 😈
perhaps they’re at a gallagher shindig…. party in full swing…. some dumbass sibling makes an offhand comment, probably a bad joke, that makes mickey twitch. ian puts his giant mitt over mickey’s thigh and leaves it there for the rest of the evening, running his thumb back and forth…. tapping out a beat…. gripping and then relaxing his fingers - mickey feels it burning through the fabric of his jeans all night. constant presence and heat 😌
