debbie,

Caring

Summary: Mickey comes to a Gallagher party after being released from prison. Ian has a panic attack and Trevor tries to help, when Mickey steps in, he finds something out he wasn’t expecting.

Word Count: 2228

Notes: Loved this request so much!! And I have a half marathon tomorrow so I’ll be super busy, I’ll try to get something in though :)


Mickey was released from jail and back home for about thirty one hours. He and Ian didn’t have time to talk yet, other than through Svetlana. He was informed that the love of his life has a fucking boyfriend, and what does one do in that situation? Mickey doesn’t have a single clue of who this guy is, but he already hates his guts.

Today though is supposed to be another Gallagher party, and Mickey cannot deny that he is thrilled to be able to go— he’s missed it, he’s missed that whole family. As he walked to the house with a cigarette between his lips, a sort of nervous sensation was growing in his stomach; he had a feeling that something was going to go wrong tonight, so he was going to do his best to be on his best behavior in front of Ian and his boyfriend.

Without knocking, Mickey walked into the house. To his surprise, Liam was the first to greet him. The little boy ran to him with spread arms, so Mickey picked him up and gave him a hug. “Missed you, Mickey.”

“Missed you too, buddy,” he smiled and put Liam back to his feet. “Where the fuck’s everybody at?” Mickey asked and searched the living room.

Liam pointed towards the kitchen. “There. Ian’s there too.”

For the same reason as always, Mickey’s heart fluttered at the name. “You know me and Ian aren’t together anymore,” he said with a sad smile.

Liam nodded. “He’s in there,” he repeated. “He’s a little weird today though,” the boy said with a shrug and then ran into the kitchen.

What does he mean by weird? Shit. It was inevitable for Mickey not to worry. He shook it off though, for the time being, and made his way into the kitchen.

Everybody’s faces broke into surprised smiles— except Ian. V jumped up to go hug him, which means she was a little drunk already. “Y’know Lana said you were coming, but I didn’t think they’d ever let you out of the slammer!” She giggled, and so did Svetlana.

Svetlana then got up with Yevgeny in her arms, and went to go place a kiss on the ex-convicts cheek. “Take baby,” she said. “Everybody miss you while you were gone.”

“I fucking missed you guys too,” he said in disbelief. He then planted a kiss on his baby’s forehead.

After that, everyone greeted him and told them how much they missed him. Throughout all of it though, he couldn’t believe how proud he was of Debbie and Carl. Yeah, Debs went nuts for a while to have the mindset of having a baby, but she’s good and being responsible. Carl’s a military boy, following in Ian’s footsteps.

The only person who didn’t run to hug Mickey was Ian. It was like he was intentionally avoiding eye contact with him. All he said was, “Hey, Mick,” in an extremely sad voice.

Following that though was the boyfriend. “Who’s this?” He spoke with no worry because he clearly had no clue— poor guy.

“I’m—-” Mickey started, but got cut off by Svetlana.

“Ex-husband. Yevgeny’s father,” she said with a smile. All of the people in the room were giving him the same apologetic look, but he didn’t lash out, he just nodded.

Trevor stepped forward with his hand out. “Oh, cool. I’m Trevor,” he was ready to shake Mickey’s hand, and the ex-con wanted nothing to do with it. After a hit on the shoulder from Svet though, he extended his own hand, and squeezed Trevor’s so tightly that a finger might have broke. “Ah, um, nice tattoos.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, man,” Mickey said with his voice thick of sarcasm. He turned his head to look at Ian, who didn’t even seem to be paying much attention. He was rhythmically tapping his fingers, and only focusing on that. Mickey’s body tightened at the sight for some reason.

Fiona noticed all of the tension and stood back up. “Well okay, now the everyone’s here let’s get this party started!” Everyone let out a cheer and grabbed a beer— unless your Lip or Ian, they grabbed a soda. Mickey grabbed a soda as well because even though he and Ian weren’t together, he didn’t like when Ian felt like the odd one out.

After a few minutes of mingling, the group made their way into the living room, where there was more room. A few people asked Mickey about his time in jail, a few asked him what he’s going to do with his life now that he was out, and truthfully it was hard for him to answer either.

Suddenly, Frank walked into the house. “Party!” He shouted and ran to the kitchen to get a beer.

“Oh, fuck,” Lip said in annoyance. That annoyance seemed to be immediately replaced with worry though because he turned his head to see Ian’s reaction, but the redhead didn’t even seem to notice Frank, he was still fidgeting.

Mickey noticed both Ian and Gallagher father, who was coming out of the kitchen and noticing Mickey. He walked up to him with his usual cockiness.  “Mickey, how did the joint treat you?”

“Fuck off, Frank,” he shrugged.

“No beer?” Frank asked in shock. He then seemed to be hit with a sudden realization of Ian as Mickey was scoffing. Frank looked from Mickey to Ian, and patted him on the back. “Good man,” he said and then walked away.

Mickey shrugged again and sat down. It was killing him to not go over then and just jump on Ian; all he wanted to do was go kiss him and tell him how much he needed him, but he couldn’t. The sight of that scrawny little boyfriend made Mickey shutter.

Ian was uncontrollably tapping his feet. He wanted to go talk to Mickey so badly, but he was sort of scared. He had a boyfriend. Yeah sometimes he forgot to get a refill of his pills, but his life was together; he couldn’t set a match to it now. Suddenly, it started to become hard to breath. He turned to look at Mickey, but he was standing up. “I gotta piss,” Mickey said. Ian watched him walk until he was out of sight, and that’s when it started.

He was full on hyperventilating, but it wasn’t so bad yet. Then someone placed a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. When he turned to look at who it was, he couldn’t tell. Everything in his sight was blurred and before he knew it he was clutching onto himself like an anchor. Silent screams were coming out of his mouth, and tears were running down his eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trevor said in worry.

“Shit!” Fiona yelled and put her beer down to approach her brother, and everyone followed in her lead.

Trevor tried to rub his hand on Ian’s back, but Ian screamed and flinched some more. “No! No! No!” He yelled, causing Trevor to jump back.

“Mickey!” Debbie yelled for the Milkovich boy. She  knew that Mickey was the only one who knew how to deal with this, even if it’s been a few years.

On que, Mickey ran back into the living room. He saw the distressed redhead sitting on the ground, and his heart dropped. “Fuck, has he been taking his meds?” Mickey asked frantically as he made his way over. Everyone shared questionative glances, and then looked at Trevor for an answer.

“I-I don’t know!” Ian’s boyfriend said guiltily.

Mickey forcefully grabbed Trevor by the collar and flung him out of the way. Doing what anybody else wouldn’t, he sat on the floor in front of Ian and pried the boy’s hands away from his eyes. “Shhhh,” he said and wrapped his arms around him and soothing rubbed his back.

Ian’s sobs grew to be more violent, but his arms were clutching around Mickey. “I’m right here. Listen to my voice. Focus on me,” Mickey softly ordered, and when Ian obliged he spoke more. “You gotta breathe, Ian. Please breathe with me.” He started taking deep breaths and waited until Ian caught on. After a while he did, and they kept doing it until Ian could control it.

He was still crying despite the fact that he stopped hyperventilating. The redhead shoved his face into Mickey’s neck. “Don’t leave. Please don’t leave again.”

“I’m not fucking leaving. I’m not,” Mickey responded and kissed the side of Ian’s head. He did not plan on getting sent away anytime soon. “Hey,” he said to get Ian to look at him. “I love you.”

Ian nodded and another tear rolled down his face. “I love you too,” he whispered.

To everyone else it sort of looked like the boys were part of a movie. Though no one other than Trevor was shocked by the words that were being exchanged, it did make their hearts melt. These boys have gone through so much together that they’re practically bound to each other. No amount of separation can really end them.

Mickey was aware of all of the eyes on him, but he didn’t mind. He planted one last kiss on the boys head and pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Are you takin’ your pills?”

Ian looked down guiltily. “I, uh, kinda need a refill,” he mumbled.

“I’ll get it later,” Mickey said and then stood up with an undeniable rage in his eyes. He went straight for Trevor, and pushed him. “You’re supposed to fucking know this shit. You’re supposed to take care of him, fucking dumbass. You’re his boyfriend aren’t you?” He pushed again and got ready to punch, but Carl pulled him back.

Trevor’s mouth dropped open— speechless for a moment, then his eyes filled with confusion and anger. “Who the fuck are you?” Suddenly his eyes widened. “Holy shit. You’re who he talks about in his sleep.”

Mickey smirked. “That’s me, asshole.”

Trevor scoffed. “Y’know what, I don’t give a shit who you are. I’m with Ian now, you fucked up. You have no place being here—”

“Travis, Trevor, whatever your name is,” Frank cut him off. “I would like to inform you that won’t win this one. I’m up to see a good fight if you two want to go at it,” he nodded.

Trevor scoffed, but before he could speak, Mickey did. “You’re a fucking—”

“Mick,” Ian cut him off. “Don’t.” He shook his head and stood up. “I’m really sorry, Trev. I tried to move on from him, really tried, but it didn’t work.”

Trevor frowned. He was truthfully saddened by all of this. “Y-you love each other?”

Both boys nodded. “Yeah, we do,” Ian said.

For some reason, Trevor turned to look at the other people in the room. Some gave him a nod, others gave him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, man,” Kev said.

Trevor let out a quiet sound of pain, and put his head down. “I-I’ll go,” he started to walk away.

“No. Now wait one second—”

“Mickey—”

“Ian, shut the fuck up. You people,” he pointed at everyone, “should fucking know better than to let his pills run out. Did you just fucking stop checking? Since I left you stopped worrying?” His voice was cold.

Fiona and the other siblings all looked down with loads of guilt. Mickey was right, they should’ve been more attentive. They’ve been through this before, they know damn well that it could get out of hand. “We still worry. Just thought he could handle it on his own—”

“I can handle it on my own.” Ian’s voice was stern.

“You still need help though, man,” Lip said. “Just like I do with the whole fucking alcoholic thing.” There was a mix of seriousness and kindness in his voice, it showed that he was not fucking around. Ian nodded.

Fiona frowned. “W-we’re sorry.”

“Guess I didn’t know as much as I thought about you, Ian,” Trevor shook his head and then proceeded to leave.

“Fucking asshole,” Mickey said before turning back to Ian.

The redhead looked mentally drained, like he usually does after a panic attack. He looked at Mickey with soft eyes though. He’s really back. All he wanted right now was to be held. “I’m tired, Mick,” Ian said quietly.

“Go on up,” Mickey gave a slight smile. “I’ll go get your pills and then I’ll be right there.”

Ian shook his head “I need you to come with me. Haven’t had a full night sleep since you got locked up,” he looked down in embarrassment. “Fi, can you go get them?” His sister nodded.

Mickey slowly walked over to the redhead and grabbed his hand. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He then led them up the stairs, leaving everyone in silence.

The Gallaghers, Kev, V, and Svetlana all looked around at each other. It truly was heartwarming to see a member of the Milkovich family care so much about someone— it even touched Svetlana.

Kev let out a dry chuckle. “Guess none of us should be surprised that that was the outcome of this night.”

“That’s because Orange Boy and Mickey love each other,” Svetlana said.

“They really do,” Debbie smiled. “I’m glad Mickey’s back,” and so was everyone else. With Mickey being here, everything’s the way it should be. Everything fits right.