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Mickey never would have believed there’d be a time when his dad was in his prison and he’d be here watching a movie with his fucking boyfriend and his brothers. There was never any need to worry about what Iggy or Colin were going to think of him after he came out because they didn’t fucking care . 

“I’m fucking gay.” 

Colin and Iggy focused all their attention on the TV, pressing down on their controllers aggressively. They didn’t react, making Mickey wonder if they even heard him at all. 

“You gonna say somethin’?”  He demanded, his nerves on edge from the suspense. 

“We heard you,” Colin said, irritably. “You like sucking dick. Congratu-fucking-lations. You want a fucking parade or something?” 

The response caught Mickey off guard, having expected much worse after the encounter with their dad. “What?” 

Iggy let out a loud whoop after he successfully killed off Colin’s character. Colin scowled. “So,” Iggy said, once he calmed down, “who’s the lucky motherfucker?” 

“Probably that Gallagher kid, the redheaded one,” Colin said, taking a handful of chips in his mouth. “He follows Mick around like a damn puppy.” 

“You think his sister’s single?” Iggy wondered. “She’s got some damn good legs, that’s for sure.” 

“Fiona? Thought she was seein’ someone?” 

“The hell if I know.” 

“Ay,” Mickey interrupted their talk, making both brothers pause. “You really don’t-” He felt awkward all of a sudden, thrown off by how they were acting. “You don’t care?” 

He’d not known what to expect. They might not be exactly like Terry but he didn’t think they’d still want him in the same house, and fully prepared himself to start packing his shit to take to the Gallagher household. 

“Why the fuck would we?” Iggy said, confused. 

“Terry-” 

“We ain’t Terry, dickhead,” Colin rolled his eyes, like Mickey was being completely stupid. “I don’t give a shit what you do in your spare time. Just don’t let us hear it. The walls are too fucking thin for that.” 

After that, it still took some time before Mickey actually let himself and Ian be present at the house when his brothers were there. It was like he thought they’d go against their word, reacting exactly how he’d feared. But none of that happened, which brought him to now; the four of them were lounging around in the living room, watching a horror movie that Ian recommended. 

“I’ll be damned, Gallagher. You got some good taste,” Colin remarked. 

“Course I do,” Ian said with a playful nudge to Mickey, who rolled his eyes and may or may not have suppressed a smile. The two of them had taken up most of the couch with Ian curled up in the corner, and Mickey leaning into his side, the redhead’s long arm around him. His brothers were in separate armchairs on either side, and hadn’t once made a remark about how they were sitting. 

Iggy went to grab some more chips from the bowl, only to be dismayed when he discovered it was empty. “We got any more chips?” 

“No,” it was Colin who answered. “You fucking ate them all.” 

“Mick, you wanna go check-” Iggy started. 

“Fuck no. Go do it yourself.” 

“Ay, I’m older than you. Aren’t you supposed to listen to me?” 

Mickey flipped him off without taking his eyes off the television. 

“Gallagher, make him get up,” Iggy complained. 

Ian chuckled, while Mickey scoffed. “Who says I’ll listen to him?” 

This made his brothers snort. 

“Oh, please ,” Colin smirked, finally looking at them. “We already know you’re whipped, Mikhailo.” 

Mickey openly scowled at the use of his full name. 

“Oh, that’s how you say it,” Ian noted thoughtfully. “I tried Google translate and I still couldn’t get it.” 

“You start callin’ me that and I’ll knock your teeth out.” 

“Sure, Mick,” Colin said with an eye roll. “You practically shit yourself when anyone looks at him wrong but you’ll knock his teeth out.” 

“That before or after you take it up the ass?” A grin spread over Iggy’s face. It was really fucking annoying that he’d caught Mickey and Ian in the act once when they’d forgotten to lock the door. 

Colin made a face at this. “Don’t know how you do that. It’s gotta hurt.” 

“That's why we-” Ian started, to which Mickey shot him a deadly glare, just daring him to continue.
“Shut your fucking mouth. We ain’t talking about this with my fucking brothers.” 

Mickey huffed, dislodging himself from Ian’s hold to stand and stretch his legs. He needed a beer, and went off towards the kitchen with Iggy calling after him. 

“Ay, look for those chips while you’re up.” 

“Fuck off,” Mickey grabbed two beers, shutting the door with his foot. “I ain’t looking for shit.” 

He returned, handing Ian the other beer, which was accepted with a smile. That soft, dopey smile that made Mickey’s stomach flutter. 

“Thanks, Baby.” 

The fluttering came to an abrupt halt. Mickey could have throttled the motherfucker. 

Both Colin and Iggy immediately darted their eyes over to Mickey, grinning widely in a way that let him know they weren’t going to let him live this down. 

Ever . 

And Ian was fucking oblivious to the shit he just started, just happily drinking his beer while watching the TV again. 

Shit . 

“The fuck did he call you?” Colin chortled. “ Baby ?” 

“Don’t fucking start,” Mickey grit his teeth. His cheeks were already pink, and he could feel the tips of his ears getting warm too. 

He was already shooting his boyfriend a glare. I’m gonna feed your dick to a dog when I’m through with you. 

Ian now realized what he’d done, and grinned shamelessly. 

Iggy jumped to his feet, pinching Mickey’s cheek, only to be violently shoved away. “You lettin’ Gallagher call you pet names, Mick?” 

“Touch me again and I'll break your fucking neck.” 

Ian laughed, the shithead. 

“Didn't know you liked that sorta thing,” Colin said slyly. “ Baby .” 

“Fuck off,” Mickey shot back. This was too fucking embarrassing. And it was all Ian’s fault. 

“Colin, look,” Iggy cracked up laughing. “Holy shit, I think he’s blushing .” 

“No I'm fucking not,” Mickey could feel himself going completely red now. And Ian was no fucking help. Too busy getting a kick out of this. 

He wasn't gonna like it so much next time they were at the Gallagher house and Mickey made sure to ask Fiona for some embarrassing pictures of Ian. 

Speak of the fucking devil. “Sure looks like it to me,” Ian chimed in with a cheeky smile. 

“You shut the fuck up!” Mickey snapped. 

“Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend, Mick?” Colin mock scolded him. 

“Don’t make him spank you,” Iggy said in a stage whisper that had him and Colin break out into loud laughter. 

Mickey was looking at them with murderous eyes. Ian hopped up to his feet, his arm going around him. It relaxed Mickey, if only slightly. 

“Just ignore them,” Ian must be feeling brave tonight, he kissed Mickey on the cheek. 

And he didn’t... hate it, even if it was in front of his brothers. 

“Yeah, okay,” Mickey muttered, his face unintentionally softened. 

“Unfuckingbelievable,” Colin shook his head, amused. “You see that? I think Gallagher just tamed Mickey.” 

“Didn’t know Mick could be tamed.” 

“You’re telling me.” 

Mickey was instantly annoyed again and glared at them both. Ian was giggling, his face in Mickey's shoulder. 

“Ay, I think he’s in love, Ig,” Colin teased, giving Mickey a hard punch to the arm on his way by.

 If it weren’t for Ian’s reflexes, Mickey would have gladly taken that fucker down. “Fuck you,” he spat, which was probably a lot less intimidating with Ian holding him close to his chest. 

“Damn right he is. Don’t you remember when Gallagher here was cleanin’ up Mick’s face after he got his ass kicked at the Alibi? That was some domestic shit right there,” Iggy said over his shoulder, sauntering into the kitchen to find himself a new snack.

The brothers cackled at this, cracking some more jokes between them while Mickey huffed. 

Too bad he was related to these dickheads. 

“Aren’t you glad they know?” Ian murmured. 

Mickey pondered the question. He’d expected so much worse, and all he got was some eye rolls and dick jokes at his expense. His brothers just didn’t care , and they’d taken to treating Ian like he was part of the family. 

“Yeah, I guess I am.”