'yes but consider 1 of ur fav ship cooking dinner but its shit and the other totally taking the piss' [x] (ianmickey - 1240 words - ao3

It all started with a box of macaroni and cheese. 

"Why you always gotta make things out of the box?" Ian asked, while he spooned the pasta Mickey had made for dinner out of the pot and split it up evenly between their two bowls. He didn’t know exactly why he asked, but he’d had a bad day and he was bored and teasing Mickey never got old.

"Fuck you," Mickey said from the table. "At least I make dinner for your ass. You should be fuckin’ grateful that I even cook at all."

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