#mickey x franny

[sam-loves-seb]

galladrabbles: grazed knees

thanks to @silvanshadow and @galladrabbles for the prompt!

prompt: Grazed Knees -- Snow Patrol

“You’re okay.” Ian watches as Mickey carries a crying Franny in through the back door. “What happened?” “Kid skinned her knees on the sidewalk,” Mickey tells him, setting Franny down on the counter. He pushes her hair back out of her face. “It’s not that bad, but…” “It hurts,” Franny cries. Mickey winces, then kisses the top of her head. “I know.” Ian bends down to catch her eye. “You know what might help?” Franny stops crying just long enough to look at him. “Elsa Band-Aids.” Franny nods as she leans into Mickey’s side. Ian goes to get the box.

[ drabbles | ao3 | etc. ]

[burninface]

Family UNO Night

Mickey: "Use reverse firecrotch, I have a draw 4 for Lip." Ian: "🤨How did you know that I have reverse?!" Mickey: "Didn't. But you just told me😏."

[michellemisfit]

Sometimes it’s nice to take a moment to look back at what you’ve created.

[ohkate]

You wanna have a baby?

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Uncle Mickey's Hair Braiding Adventure

“Franny!” Debbie called, pouring some coffee in a thermos. “Come here so I can do your hair!” Turning back to the pitcher, she said to Mickey, who was seated at the table, “You want some more?” 

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Already had two. Ian’ll have my balls if he sees me have another.” 

“Thought he already had them?” She said idly, a small smirk peeking out. 

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Fuck you and fuck your brother for being in this health kick. If he tries to take me some fucking yoga class, I’ll knock his teeth out and shove them up his ass.” 

“After he shoves his dick into yours?” She said innocently. 

Mickey held up a clear middle finger. 

“Whatever,” she said, unfazed. Taking another mouthful of coffee, she quickly swallowed. “Franny, let’s go!” 

“I’m coming, Mama!” Franny skipped into the kitchen, her hair loose and flying every which way. 

“Sweetie....” Debbie sighed. “Now I have to comb your hair again.” 

“Oops,” Franny said with a giggle. Mickey couldn't help but grin at his adorable niece. 

Debbie didn't think it was so adorable. “Take a seat and I'll be right back, okay?” 

“Okay, Mommy,” Franny watched her go upstairs, immediately barreling into Mickey with a beam. “Hi, Uncle Mickey!” 

“Hi, Franny,” he scooped her up, letting her sit on his knee, one arm around her so she didn't fall off. 

“Mommy says I have to go to school today but I wanna stay with you and Uncle Ian!” She said enthusiastically. “Can I?” 

“You don’t wanna do that, kid,” he had to chuckle at the face she made. “Your Uncle Ian’s real boring. He'll probably make you read or some shit,” he paused. “Or eat broccoli.” 

“Eww!” Franny said loudly. 

“Ay, not so loud,” Mickey tickled her stomach. She squealed, squirming in his lap. “Your boring uncle’s trying to sleep. Don't wanna wake him, okay?” 

Her laughter tapered off, and she leaned back against his chest. “Okay!” 

This was still kind of surreal for him, not just being married to Ian but to have a family that was actually there for each other. Franny meant a lot to him, and it kind of freaked Mickey out at first when she started coming to him for hugs and shit. Wasn’t like he was used to little kids. There’d been Liam when he was much younger but Mickey didn’t interact with him a ton. Back than, his focus was on Ian and ensuring he was cared for. 

Debbie came back down, her footsteps not so light. “Okay, time to do your hair! Do you want one braid or two?” 

Mickey set Franny back onto the floor. But she was frowning, looking back at him. 

“Can Uncle Mickey braid my hair?” She said to her mother instead. She looked between the two of them with big, hopeful eyes. 

“Huh?” Mickey was caught off guard by the request. 

Franny placed her hands on his knee, smiling wide. “Can you braid my hair, Uncle Mickey? Please?” 

“Oh. I don't know how to braid, Franny,” he said apologetically.

“But it's easy,” Franny insisted. “Mommy can show you!” 

“Maybe some other time,” Debbie said gently. “We have to get you ready for school.” 

Franny complied, though noticeably disappointed. 

Wasn't like he ever needed to know how to braid hair. Mandy never did any of that shit. If he did know, Terry would've sooner called him a faggot and shot him in between the eyes than let him do it again. 

It shouldn't have bothered him. But Mickey kept picturing the smile falling off Franny’s face. 

“Got you a burger,” Ian said when he came back to the ambulance, handing the bag off to him. 

Mickey was watching his phone screen intently, trying his hardest to follow along. He didn't see his husband staring at him with raised eyebrows. 

“What are you watching?” Ian said curiously. 

Mickey was too engrossed to answer. 

“Are you watching porn?” There was no answer. “Because if you are, it better not be those guys that kind of look like us. I’m telling you, Mick, it’s weird-” 

“Would you shut the fuck up?” Mickey said, exasperated. Ian stopped, glancing over at him. 

“Sorry...” Ian muttered. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Silence fell over the vehicle. Mickey’s eyes never wavered from his screen, while his husband chewed on his burger and fries. 

Then, suddenly, Mickey slammed his phone on the dashboard in frustration. 

Ian jumped. “The fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing!” Mickey snapped, snatching the bag with his burger, angrily eating it. 

“Right...” Ian said in disbelief. “Okay...” 

Mickey tapped his foot on the floor, impatiently waiting for his brother to pick up. 

Finally, finally Iggy answered groggily. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“Bout time you answered my calls, fuckwad,” Mickey kept his voice down so no one would hear him. It was early in the morning before either of them had to go on rounds for their deliveries. The kitchen was quiet, dim with only the light over the sink on. 

“It’s early, man,” Iggy whined on the other line. “Couldn’t you have called at noon?” 

“No, I couldn’t call at noon,” Mickey sneered. “Need you to do me a favor, Ig.” 

“What kinda favor?” 

“Don’t start askin’ question. Just do what I tell you,” Mickey said through grit teeth. “I need you to get a few things for me.” 

He heard Iggy taking a drink, probably a beer. “Ay, I’ll do what I can but it’ll cost you.” 

“Let’s not forget you still owe me for those joints-” Iggy protested by exclaiming they were a birthday gift, but Mickey cut in. “Consider us even.” 

Mickey refused to blush when Iggy brought the supplies, his face contorted into a bewildered expression. 

“You know I don’t care if you’re gay,” his brother started, “but this going full fag, Mick.” 

He grabbed the bag away from Iggy. “Fuck off.” 

As per usual, his brother didn’t get the hint, always sure to interject his stupidity. “M’serious. Ian know about this? This what you two are plannin’ on doing before you take his dick?” 

Mickey rolled his eyes, looking through the bag to make sure everything was in there. “Get out,” he motioned towards the door. “I don’t want anyone seeing you.” 

But Iggy, as per usual, is hellbent on ignoring his orders. “Where’s my brother-in-law at, anyway? Haven’t seen him for a while.” 

“None of your rucking business, that’s where he’s at,” Mickey shot him a warning look. “Out, Ig.” 

“Ay, I brought you these-” 

Mickey shoved him out before he could finish that sentence. 

It wasn’t like he intended to get caught. But being in the Gallagher household, secrets weren’t always easy to keep. Mickey could only keep his activity up for so long, approximately two hours, because Ian came home from meeting with Larry and caught him in the act. 

The door to their room opened, which Mickey realized he should have locked, and in came Ian, stopping dead in his tracks upon seeing the mannequin heads Mickey was using so he could follow along while watching the videos. 

Neither one of them broke the dead silence at first. They stared at each other, and this was where, in any other circumstances, Mickey would have killed Ian and hid his body where no one would ever find it. 

But he loved the fucker, unfortunately. 

“What is happening?” Ian said slowly. 

“What’s it look like?” Mickey tried to sound indifferent. “I’m learning how to do hair.” 

“...Why?” Ian said, then joked, “planning on growing your hair out?” 

“No, asshole,” Mickey scoffed, dropping his gaze and coughing. “Franny wanted me to braid her hair the other day.” 

“Oh, yeah. Debs mentioned that,” Ian recalled with a smile. Mickey moved one of the mannequin heads so his husband could sit down on the bed. “She said Franny’s been asking her to teach you.” 

“Yeah, well,” Mickey muttered. “Now she don’t have to.” 

Ian smiled as widely as Franny had, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re so damn hot when you’re in uncle mode,” he whispered. 

Mickey was still not used to being complimented like this. He squirmed. “Just don’t wanna disappoint the kid, is all.” 

Ian stared at him for far too long, his expression was tender and it made him even more uneasy. 

“What?” 

“I told you that you weren’t your dad,” Ian kissed his forehead this time. “You’re so much better than him, Mickey, and you don’t even realize it.” 

“It’s just hair, Ian.” 

“It’s not just hair,” Ian shook his head. “You do a lot for Franny. Freddie too. And Liam-” 

“You gonna get to the point anytime soon, Gallagher?” 

Ian continued as if he hadn’t said anything, “I don't think sixteen year old Mickey would have learned how to braid hair to make his niece happy. He wouldn’t drop everything to help his brother-in-law on a project. And he definitely wouldn’t be excited about showing his baby nephew his favorite action movie.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Mickey muttered, remembering how he’d talked to Freddie the whole time, pointing out all the best parts of the movie. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Ian shrugged, then smiled again. “Mickey, I don’t care if we never have kids. Watching you with them is enough for me.” 

Ian scooted himself beside Mickey, his back against the wall, one arm over his husband to pull him close. 

“Yeah, well the rugrats ain’t so bad,” Mickey leaned in, feeling Ian kiss the top of his head. “Better than your annoying ass was back than.” 

“Don’t forget you wanted my annoying ass.” 

“Pretty sure it was the other way around,” Mickey quipped. 

They sat there, quiet, just basking in the moment. 

“So, you getting any good?” Ian asked conversationally. 

Mickey blew out a breath. “Nah. It’s harder than I thought. Tried following along to this chick’s video and she goes too fucking fast.” 

“Why don’t I watch it with you?” Ian offered. “We’ll follow along together.” 

“Figured you already knew how to do this shit,” Mickey remarked. 

“Nah. Fiona usually did it. Or Lip.” 

“Course Phllip knows how.” 

“He did it whenever Fi was too busy,” Ian said. “Didn’t you or your brothers ever do Mandy’s hair?” 

Mickey gave him a look like he was crazy. 

“Never mind.” 

Ian did as he suggested; with Mickey’s phone they watched endless tutorials together so he’d have a better grasp at it. Both of them worked on the mannequin heads, going for simple hairstyles that they could get the hang of quickly. It was frustrating at first, whenever Mickey would knot the hair up while trying to get it to twist but eventually, he was able to do it flawlessly. 

That night, while laying in bed side-by-side, Ian said, “Franny’s gonna be really happy tomorrow.” 

“Yeah,” Mickey murmured. 

“Hey, Mick?” 

“What?” 

“Where’d you get the heads anyway?” Ian said, curiously. 

When Mickey said nothing, Ian pressed. “Mickey...” 

“I might’ve had Iggy steal them from Tami’s hair salon....” 

Ian just sighed in exasperation. 

“Franny, come down here,” Debbie called up the stairs the next morning. There was no sound, no movement coming up from there at all. “Uncle Mickey’s going to do your hair if you get down here in the next five minutes.” 

Franny came barreling down the stairs. Debbie was muttering Jesus under her breath, rolling her eyes at the whirlwind her daughter created. 

“Morning, Little Red,” Mickey greeted. “You ready?” 

“Yeah!” Franny exclaimed. 

She jumped into the chair, squealing excitedly. Mickey chuckled, and told her she’d have to sit still so he could work. 

Debbie watched them with faint amusement. “If I knew Uncle Mickey was the answer to keeping you still, I would’ve had him doing it a while ago.” 

Mickey flipped her off above her daughter's head. 

[starry-nights-17]

So I'm at home sick at the minute. Thinking about starting a new multi chapter fic, which inspired this drabble. But my heads not up for writing more than 100 words right now 😂👍 Anyway, hopefully you guys like it. No. 2 for this weeks prompt, "Real estate". @suzy-queued @galladrabbles ❤

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Can't believe this is actually happening".

Ian's voice wobbled and cracked with emotion. As much as Mickey appreciated his strong and unwavering spirit, he equally adored his husband's mushy and sentimental side too.

And he was right. Never in his wildest dreams would Mickey have ever pictured this, standing in the living room of their own home, paid for with honest money.

"Uncle Ian, can I pick out my room now?"

Mickey felt his heart melt a little, as Franny slipped her tiny hand into Ian's.

"Course you can sweeheart".

Ian smiled, stretching out his other hand, "You coming Mick?"

[em-harlsnow]

i just can’t stop thinking about Franny as a teen getting a boyfriend/girlfriend and taking them to meet her uncles.

so she’s like 15 and her partner’s already met Debbie. now, meeting Franny’s mother (single mother, so they’re UNBELIEVABLY close) was scary enough. they don’t think it’s gonna be that bad meeting the uncles, even tho Franny talks about them constantly. they don’t really realise who her uncles are.

see, Milkoviches are a very overpopulated species. there are definitely a few hanging around Franny’s public school, causing trouble. Franny’s partner (i’m gonna call them Alex for time sake) thinks it’s a little weird that the Milkoviches never bother neither Alex or Franny much, but doesn’t think much of it.

Franny takes Alex to Ian and Mickey’s house (not the Westside flat) She has Fred and her other cousin in tow (because ofc they all go to the same school) and they’re going to have dinner and maybe swim for a bit. Franny wanted to take the L because she’s 15 now and is able to find her own way, thank you very much.

They’re walking in this crappy neighbourhood and Alex sees a guy sitting on the steps of one of the houses. He has aggressive knuckle tattoos and a lit cigarette in hand. He doesn’t notice them, but he looks kind of scary. Alex severely hopes this is not Franny’s uncle. Of course, then Franny’s calling out ‘Mickey!’ and the brunette is instantly turning to greet her. He hugs Franny and Fred and Fred’s sibling. Then, he looks Alex up and down. Franny orders him to be nice, which does not calm Alex’s quickly rising nerves.

Alex remembers what Franny made them rehearse, and says something like ‘hello Mr Gallagher, nice to meet you’. Mickey scoffs, but smiles a little at the politeness. Mickey corrects the surname ‘it’s Milkovich, but thanks - and call me Mickey.’ And suddenly Alex is a little more scared because Alex has met Milkoviches and heard a lot about them. Mickey is clearly protective of Franny and does not look pleased to have Alex here. Franny drags them all inside and a tall ginger - who Alex assumes is her other uncle - greets Alex much more warmly. Ian swings Fred around and scruffs Franny’s shorter hair, then pulls his husband in by the shoulders. ‘cheer up, you’re so grumpy’ he says.

Ian gets a loving ‘fuck off’ in reply but they stay close. They finish making dinner together and Ian regularly tells Mickey to ‘be nice to Alex, Mick’ because he keeps grilling them about how they do in school, their friends, everything. Franny tells Mickey about how Little Danny Milkovich - who Alex discovers is Mickey’s nephew, who he sees a bit but not as much as Fran and Fred and his sibling (who i can’t be bothered to name), and Iggy Milkovich’s son - threw an empty plastic water bottle at Alex’s head last week. Franny tells Mickey how when she threatened to send Mickey to talk to Iggy about it, Danny immediately apologised. Mickey finds it funny, because as much as he would never hurt the little Milkovich kid, he’s scarier than Iggy and a stern voice can be very intimidating. He would not have it if anyone did anything to his Ginger Gallaghers.

Alex leaves with a new-found respect for Franny as they did not realise she stood up for them against the little Milkovich terror and remains slightly afraid of Franny’s overprotective uncles.

[spacerockwriting]

Galladrabbles: Explicit Content

So thank you @ohkate and @galladrabbles for this weeks prompt. This week we've got some Uncle Gallavich. For reference, Benji is Franny's best friend. A dirty kid much like Ian's beloved Mickey.

Explicit Content

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“Harder, you like that, don’tcha pussy?”

Mickey’s eyes widen at the words he hears, looking over at his husband. “You wanna tell ‘em to shut the fuck up…?”

Ripping the door open, Ian winces. “Benji, what the fuck?” Ian shouts. Mickey runs up the stairs and sees his good beads in the hands of the redhead fourteen-year-old.

“I’m up to two,” the dirty haired boy replies.

“My beads,” Mickey whines. “Ian, those were the good ones. I’m gonna have to fuckin’ burn ‘em now.”

“We were just—”

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Ian says. “Benji, just go the fuck home.”

[tsuga-of-mars]

Galladrabbles - uncle doughnuts

This week's @galladrabbles for the prompt pressure, uncle time

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Gallagher family dinner, relatively uneventful

... until Franny speaks up

"Okay I picked!" standing on her chair

"Picked what honey?" Mom looks confused

"Who's coming to school breakfast"

She scans each of her uncles' faces, did she pick them for 'doughnuts with daddy' ?

Uncle Lip, but he's already a daddy, and not hers

Uncle Carl, but he's a cop

Uncle Liam, but he'd insist on dressing up

Uncle Ian, but he'd tell her not to eat too many

Uncle Mickey, Yes!

"Uncle Mickey!"

All eyes on him, and Ian's stupid grin

It's a lot of pressure, but it's Franny

"Heck yeah"

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

@gallacrafts !!

This months theme #25 is Mexico!

I made them a miniature beach spot in a margarita glass!

They have a nice umbrella to rest under and not burn burn under, they have seashells they collected, oceanic activities, and DRINKS!

[iangallagherisadeadman]

something something a fanfic in which Ian is best friends with Yevgeny and then he timetravel and falls in love with his best friend's father.

I like to think that in this version he was raised by Clayton cause Monica obviously couldn't, and canonlike she wasn't in the picture much. He then lives with his father, stepmother and siblings but doesn't quite fit with them. Yev was raised by Svetlana and never knew his father cause he left when Yev was a baby.

When Ian travels back he is saved by Mandy. He says he's a Gallagher and she's like "I know the Gallaghers but I never saw you!". He's introduced to his "cousins" who immediately take he in like a brother? Who he is cause of Monica.

Then because of Mandy he gets to know Mickey and younger Svetlana and baby Yev and it is extremely fucked but... my dick's in your dad mouth, sorry Yev!

Gallavich: they start as friends cause Ian quickly hits off with Mandy, and soon Ian gets to understand the difficult situation that led to Yevgeny's conception and why Mickey probably left them when Yev was still a baby. Then, feelings come along and Mickey's deep in the closet but Ian's nothing if open-minded so with time it works out. Ian doesn't lose interest even though Mickey has a wife and baby, he isn't scared off easily, and Yev Svet and Mandy all like him so that's a turn on. Ian likes older guys so the fact that Mickey's an old soul in a hot young body who listens to dad music and is grumpy is what attracts Ian.

The future is forever altered. Ian now actually has a family of Gallagher's he actually likes and fits. Ian came along so Mickey never left the picture and now Yev was raised with his father around. Which changed the way Yev grew up to be, so he's not the version Ian knew, but that's alright cause then Ian gets to meet him again. And yes, they end up being best friends all the same, after all, Yevgeny watch the type of cartoons and listens to the kind of music and plays the same videogames Ian grew up with so they're very close.

[haunted-phantom-student]

Headcanon that Debbie Gallagher, Franny Gallagher, and Ian Gallagher are all low-key obsessed with Taylor Swift (but are all obsessed with different eras) and they went to the Eras tour together and Mickey went along ostensibly with reluctance but he secretly loved Midnights and when he's alone in the car he blasts Anti-Hero (although his favorite is Red because it makes him think of Ian)

[burninface]

oooooops!!

[michellemisfit]

Round 12 of the @shamelessbigbang is kicking off today. LETS GO!! 🙌

@flamingbluepanda - It was a true pleasure being your artist for waste my time <3

Thank you @whaticameherefor for making this Big Bang happen in spite of bumps in the road.

— Materials: Tinted Charcoal —

"What should I draw?" He asked, because sure, he'd doodled some shit, but never with a kid.

Franny debated this question. "Zombies," She announced decisively, then nodded and turned back to her own paper.

Well, okay then. Ian wasn't lying, this kid was awesome.

Mickey hunkered down and drew Him, Ian, and Franny fighting some zombies.

Also on AO3 (for better quality)

[ohkate]

The Upside of Losing

So excited to be part of @galladrabbles anniversary! Many thanks to @energievie and @look-i-love-u for all their hard work (and to @suzy-queued for her bitchin' artwork!) and to all the prompters who help us writers exercise our writing muscles every week. Word Count: 100

I got: PING PONG!

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Ian swirled the paddle in his hand. "Stop stalling, loser. Serve." "I don't like this psycho-Army-drill-sergeant-levels-of-competitive-Ian." "I've known you long enough. You're shit-talking doesn't work on me. Stop trying to get out of our bet." "Hey, Milkovich's don't welch. But can't I just suck your dick like a normal person?" "Dancing. Tomorrow night. 10pm." "I could just beat you to death with this paddle. Be done with it." "Then you'll be dancing with a corpse--but I'll still win."

Truth-be-told, a night out with Ian groping him to music sounded pretty good.

Mickey may have missed the ball but--he still won.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

When Franny Catches Santa Clause (Sort Of)

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Mickey complained at the sight of his husband sliding his coat and hat on.  

“Lip needs my help with some last minute Christmas shopping,” Ian said, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Mickey wore a grumpy expression as they parted. “He still needs another gift for Freddie. I told you we were going after dinner.” 

“All the kid does is shit and sleep. The fuck does he need a gift for?” Mickey had envisioned how this evening was going to go, and now his plans were shattered. 

Rolling his eyes, Ian zipped up his coat. “It won’t take that long. We’ll be back before you know it. Why don't you go watch Frosty with Franny?”

“I’m a grown ass man, Gallagher. I don’t watch fuckin’ cartoons.”

“Hey, you ready to go?” Lip came to stand in the doorway. 

“Yeah, just give a second,” Ian responded, shoving his wallet into his back pocket. Mickey was on the bed, arms folded. “I promise we’ll be back soon. I’ll call you when we’re done, okay?” 

“Whatever,” Mickey said. “You’re giving me a blowie later.” He really did want one, had intended on getting one, but he mostly just said it because his brother-in-law was right there. He was rewarded with a grimace from Lip, who muttered Jesus Christ under his breath. 

A grin stretched over Ian’s face. His fingers cupped Mickey’s cheek. “That depends....Do you think you’ve been a good boy this year?” 

“Okay, Ian-” Lip interrupted, ruining their goddamn moment, “you think you reign it in until you get back?”

Mickey had a scathing retort for Phillip on the tip of his tongue, but then Ian lowered his head, whispering near his ear, “I have an idea for that extra tinsel if you’re interested.” 

“Shit, Red, you’re gettin’ me hard already,” Mickey groaned. His husband laughed, kissing him on the cheek. 

Lip remained where he was, unimpressed. “I really don’t know what you said to him,” he said on their way out. Ian said something Mickey didn’t catch. 

Blowing out a breath as he waited for his dick to go back down, Mickey realized he really didn’t have anything else to do. Maybe he’d go see what Little Red was doing after all. 

*

The television was on but Franny was no longer watching it. She wasn’t even sitting on the couch anymore, but rather, rummaging through the cupboard under the stairs. 

“Whatcha doin’, Little Red?” He raised a brow. “If you’re lookin’ for the presents, they ain’t there.” 

“I’m not looking for presents, Uncle Mickey,” she said distractedly. 

“Then what are are you lookin’ for?” 

Franny was halfway in the little cupboard, pulling herself out with a little frown. “It’s a secret.” 

“What kinda secret?” Mickey probed. She said nothing, just stubbornly smashed her lips together. “C’mon, Fran, you can tell me. Tell your favorite uncle what’s up.” 

“Uncle Ian is my favorite,” she corrected. 

Hmm. Nothing a little bribery couldn't fix but he’d do that later. “Fine, whatever,” he got down on his knees on the floor. “But you can tell me, okay?” 

She thought it over then sighed dramatically. He refrained from snorting. “I need a trap, Uncle Mickey.”

“Why? Someone giving you trouble?” 

“No,” Franny shook her head. “It’s for Santa. Mama says I can’t see him because I gotta be asleep but I wanna see him so I’m gonna set a trap.” 

Now, Mickey knew for a fact that a lot of the gifts were currently hiding in Lip and Tami’s trailer which Ian would be bringing in later that night. He should probably discourage her but fuck that. He was feelin’ a little petty after Ian seemingly decided he’d rather go with fuckin’ Lip and stand in those crowded ass stores than stay home with his husband. 

“You want any help, Fran?”

Her little face broke out into a beam. “Yeah!”

Mickey smirked. 

*

With the trap set, Mickey and Franny sat at the kitchen table, eating a shit ton of cookies that Debbie had baked. It helped that he'd already had the necessary supplies stored here so it made the task pretty easy. 

“Uncle Mickey?” Fanny swallowed her bite of cookie. “Have you ever seen Santa?” 

“Can’t say I have, Little Red,” Mickey said in between his mouthful. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Timmy said you can never see Santa but I said I would and he said you can’t and I said you could and-” 

“And what?” He cut in. 

“And...and Katie said there was no Santa Clause,” she looked sad now, looking up at Mickey with those big eyes of hers. “Is that true?” 

“No, fuck her,” he said immediately. “She’s just lyin’, Kid.”

“But why would she lie?” 

“Kids are fuckin’ mean,” then he remembered who he was sitting with, “no offense.” 

She shrugged. 

Debbie’s voice could be heard calling for her daughter. “Franny! Time for a bath!”

Franny looked like she wanted to object so Mickey said, “Ay, go ahead, Fran. We’ll go on a stake out later, okay?”

“Okay!” She gave him a fist bump when he held out his enclosed hand. 

*

Eventually, Lip and Ian came home, though significantly later than his husband had anticipated. 

“I’m sorry,” he said when they were both in bed, the lights out. Ian was waiting just a little longer before he went out to fetch the gifts. 

“Fuck off,” Mickey grumbled. 

“It was crowded,” Ian said in his defense. “It took nearly an hour at the checkout.” 

Mickey rolled over, glaring at him even though Ian probably couldn’t see it. “I coulda been getting a blowie.”

“I’ll give you one tomorrow,” Ian paused, “or later today, technically.” 

“When?” Mickey said skeptically. “We won’t get a moment’s peace until everyone goes to bed.” 

Ian’s hand slithered up Mickey’s night shirt. “Then I’ll just leave one last present for you to open...”

“You’re so fuckin’ lame,” it would’ve held more heat if it didn’t come out so breathy. 

Ian’s soft chuckle hit Mickey’s ears. He captured Mickey’s lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “Merry Christmas, baby.” 

Mickey’s hands came to rest on the back of Ian’s neck, matching his husband’s rhythm. When they parted, their foreheads were resting against each other’s. 

“Just wait until we get our own place,” Ian murmured. “We’re gonna decorate the shit out of it.” 

“Now hold up,” Mickey’s nose brushed against Ian’s. “Who says we’re doin’ any of that shit?”

“Oh, we’re doin’ it. Tree, lights, everything.” 

“No lights or decorations besides a tree. And not one of those real trees either. I ain’t cleaning up fuckin’ pine needles.” 

“Tree and lights. We can decorate along the walls. It’ll look really nice.”

“Dial back your HGTV fantasies. We gotta buy the place first.” 

Ian tilted his head, kissing him again. Mickey sorta melted into that, eyes fluttering. “What was that for?” 

“I’m just really glad we’re here together.” 

“Fuckin’ sap,” Mickey said with fondess. Ian clambered off the bed, feet hitting the floor. “You goin’ to get the presents?” 

“Yeah,” Ian was getting his shoes on. “Can you make sure Franny’s not awake? I caught her in the cupboard earlier. I think she was looking for them.” 

“Sure thing.” Mickey was glad Ian couldn’t see his smirk. He waited until he’d gone downstairs, hearing the creak of the door as it shut. Then he quickly, but quietly, made his way towards Franny and Debbie’s room. 

Debs was sound asleep but her daughter was not. Franny was already wearing her boots, her coat in hand. 

“Did we catch him, Uncle Mickey?” She asked, voice tinged with excitement. 

“Shh,” he motioned towards Debbie. “Don’t be too loud. We don’t want anyone to hear us.” 

She nodded seriously.

Together, they made their way downstairs and out through the backdoor. As soon as Mickey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see a silhouette and he grinned. 

“Did we get him!?” Franny shouted. 

She hurried around the corner, her lips tugging into a frown when she saw who it was. 

“Uncle Ian! You’re in my trap!”

Mickey had an old bear trap made of rope and net that he’d never gotten rid of. Using one of the beams on the house, which was surprisingly sturdy, he tied it on there. He’d even used one of Franny’s stuffed animals for bait. Out here with dim lighting, Ian undoubtedly went over to pet it. He was a sucker for animals and Mickey knew it. 

So he hung there in the air, glaring daggers at Mickey. 

“Damn,” Mickey said, feigning disappointment, “must’ve missed him. Your uncle probably helped him escape.” 

“Uncle Ian,” Franny said reproachfully. “We were trying to trap Santa Clause!”

“Uh, why?” Ian’s annoyance was momentarily on pause. He looked between them both for an explanation. 

“I wanted to see him,” Franny said matter-of-factly. She wasn’t too happy that the jolly old bastard wasn’t here right now. “And you let him get away!”

“Ay, Fran,” Mickey shot his husband a smug grin, pulling her into his side, “don’t be too hard on your uncle. There’s always next year, right?”

She thought it over and nodded. 

He ruffled her hair. “Why don’t you go inside, get a cookie and go to bed? And don’t go peeking at any presents.” 

She giggled, hugging his waist. “Okay, Uncle Mickey. Goodnight!”

“Night, Kid,” he dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head. She started to go up the stairs, calling out a goodnight to Ian as well. When the door shut, Mickey faced his husband, pleased with himself. 

“What the fuck, Mickey?” Ian looked close to throttling him. 

Mickey shrugged. “S’what you get for ditching me.” 

“Ditching you? I was helping Lip.” 

“Could’ve been given me blowies instead,” Mickey pointed out. “Could’ve gotten one yourself.” 

Ian breathed in through his nose, holding onto what little patience he had. “Get me out of this, Mick.” 

“Nah,” he decided. 

“What?”

“Why don’t you ask Lip to help you?” Mickey watched Ian’s eyes widen in disbelief. 

“You’re not fucking serious right now.” 

But Mickey was already on his way inside. “Maybe next time you’ll stick around.” 

“Mickey, it’s freezing out here!” 

“Then you better hope Phillip hears you,” Mickey said with a snicker, shutting the door. He could still hear Ian fussing- albeit muffled. He took a bite of a cookie, going up the stairs back to the warm bed, feeling very satisfied with himself.