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" Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!! " Mickey yelled blowing of some much needed steam from the day. It was one thing after another today and if he had one more minor inconvenience in his day he swore to god he would murder someone. Kicking off his shoes as he mad his way into the apartment, hearing them thunk against the wall. The older man bee lined for the fridge as he stripped off his uniform along the way. Grabbing a can of old style he popped the tab taking more than half the can down in one solid drink. The past few days already weren't great. Ian was in a funk, stuck in bed on a pretty bad low. He hated watching his husband in that state, it was something he couldn't fix for Ian and that broke him the most. So leaving for work that morning was already hard. Pressing a kiss to the redheads cheek, brushing back some stray hairs that clung to his damp forehead. Letting his husband know he was leaving and that Carl had planned to stop over for lunch. ( Carl had offered knowing Mickey needed to get back to work. He'd already taken the first two days off. ) Then it was one thing after another. A client being pissy, the lid on his coffee broke causing him to spill his 4$ coffee. He got behind on the last two drops and just as his day was ending, the rigg started smelling like it was burning oil. Pounding the rest of his beer he quickly rubbed at his temples trying calm the anger that had been boiling over just seconds ago. He was pissed and tired and the only person who could make him truly feel better wasn't up to his usual self. Taking a deep breath he moved down the hall into the bedroom. Laying in bed with the blanket pulled up to his chin, emerald eyes peered over as the door opened. " Hey....." Mickey called softly happy to see there seemed to be life coming back to the eyes of the man he called husband. " Carl said he got you to eat half a sandwich for lunch. " Crossing the room the shorter man tossed his body on the edge of what was actually Ian's side. Since the freckled faced man liked to take his side when he was having an episode. Ian nodded softly his arm extending out of the blankets to place his hand on Mickey's thigh. As if the redhead could see the weight of the world on his husbands shoulders in the very moment. " Long day? " The taller man croaked out, his voice small from lack of use. Letting out a long breath he didn't even know he was holding in Mickey lay back on the bed. Letting his head fall to the side to look at his husband he moved his smaller tattooed hand over the freckled pale one. " 'ts better now...."

Mickey can tell his husband is having a rough day. The redhead seemed more tense and like the weight of the day was wearing heavily on his shoulders. Nothing ' particular ' had been bad about the day but Ian seemed extra on edge. Getting back to the apartment and stripping off his gear the older man moved to the fridge, grabbed two long necks of old style and plopped down on the couch. " C'mere " Mickey said simply pointing to the floor between his legs. The taller man looked at his husband with a confused and slightly annoyed face but followed the instruction and sat on the floor between his partners knees cracking open the other beer. Setting his own down on the floor next to his socked foot, small hands moved to tense shoulders rubbing at the muscles that were tight against his touch. Almost instantly Ian's head leaned back against the couch looking up at blue eyes that were concentrated. " Thanks.." Ian whispered the firm touch pushing the stress from his muscles was what he needed. Mickey grunted in reply knowing he didn't need to be thanked, that the freckled man did plenty for him in times of need. It was apart of them being married now and Mickey didn't need to be praised for doing something so simple.

-Gallavich Snow-day Drabble ( Inspired by my snow-day ) The boys are having a snow day; Ian's mental health has been a little low the last few days so he'd happy to have a day of rest. Mickey is happy anytime they don't have to go out in the frigid cold and Chicago's snow traffic. The two are bundled up on the couch. Mickey's settled into a FPS game on the PlayStation and Ian's on his side laying his head on his shoulder watching. They'd gotten up early unknowing how bad the weather would be. Next time blue eyes glanced over at his red head the man was fast sleep. He'd not said it out loud but he was glad for Ian to get a break, It was getting to the point where he questioned saying something. It was a hard balance and he knew Ian was always doing his best. They both deserved the day of rest before the weekend.

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( Because its officially October 1st. I wanted to write a lil thing. Don't judge me if it sucks. That is all. ) " Uncle Mickey, will you help me?! " Piped up the small redheaded girl from the kitchen door frame staring at her uncle on the couch. Ian and Mickey were babysitting Franny over night, to help Debbie out with work. They had often been passed their niece and nephew for brief stays. Which was okay in Mickey's book since he liked both kids well enough. It also helped starve off Ian's idea of having a kid when he could do his uncle thing. " Yeah lil red, what is it? " The older man groaned tossing the remote to the side having been struggling to find anything good anyway. The older redhead having ran to the store to pick up his meds before they closed for the night. On the kitchen table Ian had set up a bunch of supplies for Franny to carve her own pumpkin. ( All kids safe and not sharp once so ever. ) Crossing her arms over her chest as she climbed back into the chair she was previously in, with her uncle now coming to see her plight. " I drew my face like uncle Ian told me. But this knife wont cut the pumpkin. Its too hard!!!! " She exclaimed loudly showing off the several stabbing attempts into the gourd with some plastic piece of a ' so called knife ' still stuck in where the eye was meant to be. Mickey rolled his eyes as he pulled the cheap piece of plastic from the flesh of the pumpkin. " This what they callin' a knife now a'days? That shit's not gunna cut butter. Lemme grab a real knife kid. " Instead of going to a drawer for a kitchen knife the darker haired man disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a long hunting knife he'd pulled from somewhere in the house. " THIS is a knife. And this will cut your damn pumpkin. I'd let you do it, but your uncle Ian'd have my ass if I did. So you gotta let me do it. " Setting the knife down to set Franny up on top of the table. He took her spot in the chair before picking up the knife once more to cut out the face of the pumpkin. A few minutes later Ian made his way back thru the apartment cursing himself for ' almost ' forgetting to pick up his refill. Moving to the kitchen to check on Franny a dopey grin spread across his freckled cheeks at the sight before him.

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