i love fiona but i hate her


Summary: The Gallaghers and Mickey go outside on a snowy, winter day. Being that Mickey forgot a coat, he shares with Ian and ends up falling asleep.

Word Count: 1426

Notes: This was another request from my messages. I thought it was so cute :)

The Gallaghers and Mickey, of course, had all been comfortably lounging inside with a movie in. It was the middle of winter, and the first snowfall had just come around. They were all dozing off over the course of the movie.

Mickey was wearing a long sleeve shirt, unlike his boyfriend, so he felt warm enough. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Ian with such a big blanket around him. Mickey used the blanket as a pillow, and tried to sleep so he could dream about the summertime. Ian hated the coldness of the winter, and so did Mickey, but not everyone in the room thought that way.

Liam loved the winter. He always wanted to be bundled up with a warm cup of hot cocoa in his hands. “I think the snow stopped,” the little boy said causing Mickey and Fiona to jump up from their near slumber. “Can we go outside?” He asked.

“I ain’t fuckin’ going outside,” Mickey said without missing a beat.

Fiona rolled her eyes. “Sure, bean,” she said to her youngest brother. “I’ll take you outside.” She stood, but Liam crossed his arms.

At the age of seven, it wasn’t a surprise that Liam was going through a stage with such a terrible attitude, by it was getting somewhat comical. Liam was always a good kid, so seeing him lash out and be rude was undeniably funny even though it should be. “I want everyone to come with me. Mickey, you have to come too,” he insisted sternly, causing Mickey to roll his eyes. “Ian, make Mickey come outside.”

Ian laughed at Liam’s consistency. “Mick?”

“Fuckin’ fine,” the Milkovich boy said and stood up.

Lip, Carl, and Debbie couldn’t help but grin at the way Mickey did anything that Ian asked of him. It was kind of cute. Those three led the way outside, with everyone on their heels. Everyone besides Ian and Mickey had thick sweatshirts on or a blanket around them, so they didn’t bother grabbing a jacket. Ian, on the other hand, got the biggest winter coat that was in the house from the closet before joining his family outside.

When everyone caught sight of Ian’s choice of clothing, they started to cackle. “You look like a fuckin’ eskimo,” Lip let out with a snort, and everyone agreed.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ian said and took a seat on the patio next to Mickey.

“It’s too cold out here,” Debbie stood. Before Liam could protest, she spoke again. “Does anyone want me to get them a coffee?” Only Fiona, Lip, and Ian say yes to that question. She goes inside and get a few mugs and makes the coffee.

While everyone is waiting, Liam runs inside and gets a pair of gloves. He also puts on snow boots and a winter coat. When he comes back out, Debbie’s right behind him. As Liam plays in the snow, they all sit in a slight silence, just watching.

Of course, Mickey didn’t bring his coat out. He didn’t know why the thought didn’t cross his mind that he would need one, but he definitely felt like an idiot. He was also too tired to get up and get one, and too stubborn to admit he was cold.

Everyone else seemed to be exhausted as well. Carl was leaning against the side of the house with his feet out in front of him. Every so often the kid’s eyes would close. He was awaken though when Liam hit him with a snowball. “What the fuck, Liam?” He groaned and wiped the snow off of him. Fiona scolded him as well.

For a while, they were relatively quiet. They were trying to relax in the coldness of the winter day. Suddenly, Debbie started to shiver, and that’s when Mickey decided to give up his stubborn front. “It’s too fuckin’ cold,” he grumbled.

Ian smirked as an idea popped into his head. He opened up his big jacket. “Wanna come here then?” He motioned for his boyfriend to come inside of his coat.

“Fuck yes,” he said. At the moment, Mickey didn’t even care that there was the whole entire Gallagher family surrounding them— they’ve been together long enough for this type of interaction not to be weird. He sat between Ian’s legs and leaned sideways onto him so his head was resting on the redhead’s chest. He let out a quiet hum as Ian wrapped the coat around the both of them.

Fiona looked from Ian and Mickey to Lip. They were both smirking at the sight. Despite the fact that it should not be weird, they couldn’t help but be surprised seeing Mickey seem so small and innocent. In Fiona’s mind though, it was adorable, and from the look on Debbie’s face, she thought so too.

Ian wasn’t taking notice to his siblings expressions; he was completely focused on Mickey. He was soothingly running his hand up and down Mickey’s back. The steadying breath that he felt on his chest let Ian know that Mickey was falling asleep, which made him grin.

Mickey didn’t realized the wave of sleepiness rush over him in a harder fashion. He just felt so peacefully being wrapped up in his boyfriend’s arm with the fresh breeze whirling across them. The silence of the Gallaghers was something that never happened, so Mickey utilized it. He shut his eyes and without meaning to, he fell asleep.

Kissing him head, Ian looked up from Mickey. His family was staring at them with, what looked like, a soft expression. “He fall asleep?” Carl whispered, and Ian nodded with his lips curving into a bigger grin.

“That’s so cute,” Debbie said with a scrunched nose.

They sat their for a while like that. Mickey was completely out, and Ian was holding him fairly tightly to make sure he stayed warm. The rest of the Gallaghers were going from watching Liam to the bundled up couple that was leaning against the house. It was undeniable that the sight of Ian and Mickey brought a pang of warmth to their chests. It looked so perfect and blissful, and they did not want to disturb it.

Suddenly though, Liam came running up the steps. “Shhh,” everyone hushed him as he stomped to them. They knew he was ready to start yelling or something.

Liam caught eye of the rested Milkovich and closed his mouth. “I’m got snow in my pants,” he whispered.

Everyone let out a little laugh. Ian titled his head towards the door, telling his siblings to go inside. He needed to wake Mickey up, he just didn’t want to do it in front of everyone because he would probably react crazily.

“C’mon, little man,” Lip said and led him to the door. Fiona, Debbie, and Carl were right behind them. They gave one last look to Ian and Mickey and smiled before walking into the house. They were totally going to watch through the window, but Ian didn’t need to know that.

Ian waited until the door was closed to tilt Mickey’s head up. He planted a wet and sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Mick,” he said in a dragged out way into his boyfriend’s ear.

As expected, Mickey’s eyes started to flutter open. He already looked confused as he realized no one was outside with them. “Did I fall asleep?”

Ian nodded. “Yeah, it’s cold out here,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Let’s go inside. We can go to bed,” he suggested.

Before responding, Mickey nuzzled his head back into Ian’s neck. He let out a tired yet joyful sound. “Okay,” he eventually said and unlatched himself.

As Mickey separated from him, Ian chuckled. There were imprinted marks on Mickey’s face from where he slept. “You look pretty, ‘specially when you wake up,” Ian said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey playfully swatted at him. As the redhead laughed though, Mickey grabbed his big coat and pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Ian smiled widely. “Now let’s get in the fucking house,” he looked around. “I think it’s gonna fucking snow again.”

Mickey nodded and followed Ian into the house. When they were fully inside, the Gallaghers were leaning onto the table, in the direction of the window. As their eyes caught the couple, they showed their looks of awe. “So fuckin’ cute!” Debbie exclaimed, making the other Gallaghers, including Ian, start to laugh.

“Oh, fuck,” Mickey rolled his eyes and chucked the finger. Fucking Gallaghers.

A Crack In Her Armor (Pt.3)

This is the third and final part of A Crack In Her Armor! And it’s pure smut!!! I’ve loved writing Fiona, might write more of her in the future. Especially if it’s what y'all want! Also for those who haven’t read the previous parts here are Part One and Part Two! Enjoy! 

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anonymous asked:

why do you like jimmy/steve though?

well he’s always been an interesting character and i get that fans either love/hate him. but i’ve always felt like he & fiona were endgame, and i think the scene that really solidified it was during monica’s suicide- when he didn’t hesitate at all and jumped right in to help when the rest of them were all in shock. really shows what kind of person he is. after that, his scenes with fiona were so emotional when they were cleaning up/in her room. just wish he didn’t let her down so much. i do still think they’re endgame.

none of the other guys fiona’s been with come close to even being as interesting/dedicated as him, they were either too good for her or just so damn boring/zero chemistry. also, people like to say he’s no good for her but fiona gallagher is no saint, i think they match pretty well. fiona knows what she wants and she knows what she’s doing, she won’t let a guy be bad for her. i’ve always felt like they were each other’s rock, though they weren’t perfect for each other but i hope they will find their way back :)

edit: anon said that they felt that “the reason he jumped right in when monica tried to commit is because he’s used to being around stuff like that? if that makes any sense. i don’t think it would’ve mattered who it was or who that person was related to” and yes that does make sense, i guess i should have worded what i said properly- essentially that monica’s suicide showed that he was really there for her & her family (which i also feel that there is no arguing that he always helped her siblings in any way he best could) 

Abe Portman, King of Sass

Yakob, I assume you want to hear about the Peculiar children again? No? Well too bad. Once upon a time there was a peregrine bird. Except she was not a bird. She was a human that could turn into a bird. She was part of a subspecies of human called peculiars. She could bend time and turn into a bird. She ran an orphanage with peculiar children There was a particular necromancer named Enoch and he was moody as hell. He came from a family of undertakers. The irony is strong. There was a dreamer named Horace, who had dreams of the future. And an invisible boy named Millard who was, well, invisible! And a girl called Emma who could make fire and hold it with her bare hands. And Emma was super hot. Like she was as hot as her fire hands.

Millard was a creep. He’d follow us around and he probably watched Emma and I make out a few times. Ew.

And this kid, Hugh, had bees living inside of him. He had a thing for this girl who could make plants grow and other shit. I think that that bitches name was Fiona? She never talked because I bet she thought she was better than the rest of us. Her hair was a damn rats nest. And Hugh loved her for some reason. I never got that boy. Him and his stupid goggles. He always wore this one pair of tacky ass goggles.

And don’t even get me started on Olive. That little girl had no damn brain I fucking swear she was so stupid oh my bird. She was lighter than air because she had no damn brain.

AND ENOCH. THAT LITTLE MOODY SNITCH. He told the bird that Emma and I were a thing. I beat him up later that day but him and his stupid dolls would follow us around ALL THE TIME.

And Horace and his shitty nightmares. He’d wake up in the middle of the damn night and wake me to help calm his little ass down. Bitch, I ain’t your fucking slave. I never got a full night if sleep at that God forsaken home.

And Bronwyn was so damn sensitive. Her brother was no better. They were like human bulls! They were hella strong but holy shit. They were almost as bad as Olive! Bronwyn called the little girls “maudpie” and I wanted to tell her to shut it, but if I did her brother would beat me up and she’d cry.

I still can’t get over this girl Claire. SHE HAD A MOUTH ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD. WHAT THE HELL? One time she but me with it! Like listen here you Lil shit don’t fucking bite me with that damn it. That hurt like a fucker.

I loved the fuck out of Emma but damn was she angry. One time I went through her dresser and she got mad at me! I’m sorry, but I thought we were dating! God she was a bitch sometimes. That’s why I left her ass.

I’m happy that I left that hellhole. Everyone thought that I was leaving to fight. Bitch nah I hated everyone there.

tv-junkee  asked:

Unpopular opinion: I know Frank is the shittiest father to ever exist and he put his kids thru hell but my heart hurts for him sometimes. Like 06x12 and 07x01 tore me up bc no matter how terribly someone treats me I couldn't see myself doing that to anyone, especially my own father.

I think that’s intentional. They make you see how horrible he is, yet you still feel sorry for him. Some of the moments that made me feel bad for him was when his mother was around treating him like shit, saying he was a waste of space, yet there he was bathing her and driving her around. He hated every second but he still did it. Also when he told Debbie about how much love he had for Fiona when she was born, that broke me. 

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Shameless 7x12

So I thought this was a pretty solid finale the more I thought about it the move I enjoyed it as it had nods to earlier seasons which I really liked. Elements of Frank on the ground passed out again and none of the kids paying any attention. The end scene with Carl and Frank reminded me of the end of season 4 staring out at the Chicago skyline. Things like that. 

Frank-don’t really care about him as a character but tonight he was at a loss for words which really struck me. His funeral speech made me cry-I never seen him talk about his kids that way so emotionally, you honestly saw right there how much he loved Monica and all of his children. 

Fiona-her speech in the backyard-chills. Reminded me of her Season 1 speech to Monica. I loved it a lot.

I think my favorite thing about the whole episode was the book found in Monica’s duffel and how Fiona throughout the whole episode, despite anything she said about Monica, she kept reading the book. It speaks volumes. Sometimes you can hate a family member, former friend, former lover, relative so much but still want to connect with them somehow-I can relate to that and seeing Fiona do that really hit home. 

-There was only music over the speeches at the funeral, I wish we could’ve heard some stories. 

-Fiona getting emotional at the funeral and then Lip putting his arm around her was great. 

-I like that despite Trevor was angry at Ian he still went to her funeral. He’s a good person. I like him I really do-maybe Ian and him can be friends if they decide to bring him back. 

-Yes Sierra and Lip. I really think they’re good together, hoping she comes back for S8. 

-CARL. The family hugging him made me so happy. I’m so proud of him ah he’s come so far and it was so nice to see him in uniform. 

-Carl and Ian running together was so nice to see. Ian is truly proud of Carl and maybe Carl thought about how Ian wanted this so bad and maybe he would be resentful toward him-but this scene just proved they both love each other a lot which we already knew but Ian is happy for Carl. 

-Ian’s reaction to Kev working at Fairytale was great. 

-No closure for Kev/V/Svet but uhhhh okay. 

-the family all upstairs fighting Frank was-well sort of reminded me of some moments I’ve had with my family. That hit close to home for sure. 

-Debbie slapping Frank was SO great. 

-The end scene of everyone dancing was so great. 

-Overall I think this was a good season. Really really good and such a step up from the shit show that was season 6. I loved that Mickey came back, I loved the ending he and Ian had. They’re not right for each other right now but they’ll find their way back to each other. Mickey needs to grow a little more for Ian and I think he’ll do that. 

I hope for Season 8 Sheila, Jimmy-Steve, Mickey, and hey maybe Mandy come back. Would be nice to see them all again. Especially Mickey because him and Ian are soulmates. 

-Liam still needs more lines. 

-Really loved seeing them at the end-Fiona with the building, Debbie welding, Ian still an EMT, Lip at AA. It’s just-gah I’m so proud of them. They’ve all come so far. 

We’re Together

Summary: Ian and Mickey come out to the Gallaghers.

Word Count: 1317

Notes: This request was in inbox for a while, sorry it took so long!!

So much tension and anxiety had been building up in Ian for the last few days, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I can’t fucking hide this anymore, Mickey! I’ve been gay all of my fucking life and not one person in my family knows!”

Ian was expectantly looking at his secret boyfriend for a response. To his surprise, Mickey nodded. “Fucking fine. We’ll do it together,” he spoke bashfully.

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anonymous asked:

Are you reading any good uni aus right now? I have boys dont cry so many times I need a new one. Any recs?

ohhh my friend you’ve come to the right place!! uni fics are my ultimate fave!! Not all of them are AUs though. So obviously you’ve got:

Boys Don’t Cry which is the single most heartbreaking amazing thing I’ve ever read. AU

- Dandelion and Burdock by @stylesprimes which is up there with the brilliance that is BDC and it’s so good and so realistic and honestly I think about it at least once a day. AU

- Love is a Laserquest by @lifeinblueprint is another amazing fic, it’s so funny and the emsemble cast are just as brilliant as the main characters and it’s so realistic and i love it so much. Duke of the Pricks Harry is also my fave. AU

Perfect Teeth by @kaylesmoothie I don’t think I can ever fully explain why I love this fic so much. It’s SO  incredible and heartbreaking and funny and I want to read it over and over and Kaylie is a Queen and Hezra are my ultimate power couple. There are such important messages in this story and I feel like it’s worthy of being on the shelves of Waterstones and it’s what inspired me to start writing my own fic.

-Crooked Heart by @nebulastyles my gosh this fic. Fiona is SO annoying but so real and broken and it’s so perfectly written that you can’t help but love her. Plus she hates Harry and I’m a sucker for stories like that. And chef Harry is something we need more of. AU

-Deckled Edges by @littlebird006 is soooo good and okay it’s technically not a uni au but Tenny is a recent graduate and so all the uni feelings are still there and its brilliantly written and talks about a subject that it’s really discussed in fic or real life- the graduate doom. 

- Double Take by @tweedledeefic based on one of my fav films, She’s the Man and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. AU

-How you get the boy by @booksncoffee it’s a uni au AND a enemies to lovers fic which is just my dream come true. It’s annoying at times, just because I sit screaming at my screen wanting things to happen but it’s annoying in the most amazingly addictive way and it’s super funny too. AU

-Intrinsic Grey by @sammarkumismyhomegirl  I feel like everyone loves this fic and for good reason. Sam is such an incredible writer and this is just wonderful. Harry is so charming and sweet and just wants a chance and Davis is such a strong kickass female.  

-Less than Lovers by @ticketchanges another enemies to love story that is just a little slice of perfection. Harry is such an arsehole and i love it. AU

With the New Crowd by @likeamisfit A story about Brixton and Harry Styles is something that probably shouldn’t work but it does and it’s funny and something a little different. 

Forever Hold Your Peace by @cheesewithchips fake dating at it’s finest. This story is soooo good and my heart clenches whilst reading and I laugh so much and it’s so wonderfully written. AU

In Your Atmosphere by @fromherlips this is such a cool fresh take on the uni fic and it feels exciting and it’s very addictive. Eva is such a cool girl and she’s a fashion design student and she helps Harry with his designer wardrobe and there’s a few important messages in the story and it’s just lovely. 

I love Uni fics, a lot of these stories are quite popular so you’ve probably read a few of them so if anyone else has any other recs, PLEASE send them in  

Been binging on shameless for like 2 days.

Blew through a season and a half, I love it and am glad I forced myself to get back into it over the bump. But I will say I HATE what they did to Fiona and Debbie’s relationship. Fiona is my favorite and I understand why she does what she does after Debbie gets pregnant. It’s more of Debbie’s bitching at her and expecting everything from her that I don’t like. I wish they got along better, it bugs me that they are always just snippy with each other when they both get along with their brothers just fine.

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December 7. Angst.

A/N: Hi! So @black-tea-blue-pens and I wrote this for the @carryon-countdown. We hope you enjoy it!  (Read on AO3)

tw: suicide notes & suicide mention but not actual suicide. also major character death


He found me. He found me and there is no way I can deny it. Not with a dry rat in my right hand. Not with the blood stains around me. Not with my fangs out.

He turns around and runs. I should leave him be.

I do not. I chase after him instead. He runs through the empty hallways, upstairs and into our room. Of course. He is supposed to be safe there. I am sure we have woke someone up.

I close the door behind me.

“Get out, Baz”. There is fear in his eyes. He is not disgusted, or angry. He is just scared. The worst part is, I am too.

“It´s our room, Snow”. Is this really the best moment to be sassy?

I take a step towards him.

Another mistake.

“Stop it”.

“I thought you knew. Weren’t you ranting about me being a plotting monster with Bunce?”

“Penny said…”

I think I have just rolled my eyes.

“I couldn’t care less about what Bunce thinks”.

His expression will not change, and I do not know what to do.

I want to to run towards him and tell him I hid who (or should I say what) I am out of shame.

I want to beg him to understand that I am the same person I was a few hours ago. But I am not even a person.

That is the problem.

I feel like crying. He is acting just like I was afraid he would. Just like my father did. Just like my mother would have if she had lived.

Great, just great. Now I am crying. Just what I needed. And I cannot even tell what he is thinking anymore.

“Wha- why are you crying?” Snow sounds confused, like a little boy that does not understand why he is getting scolded.

I laugh at myself. I must look so pathetic.

But of course, because he is Simon Snow he does not understand why I am laughing.

“Stop it”.

“Stop what, Snow?” I am trying to decide between laugh and tears. I want… I do not even know what I want. Dying right now would do.

“Stop laughing. It’s confusing”.

“So what”.

I take another step forward.

“I told you to stop it!” I must still have blood stains. Why do I even care about that now? Right, Simon is scared. The same way my mother would be. No. Simon is worse. Simon can, and will, explode at any moment, and I am flammable. That would be convenient: all my problems would be solved and I would not need to kill him myself.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Snow”. Keep calm, Baz. We are a meter apart, but he is acting as if I was about to dive my fangs in him. That is something that has happened, actually. In my nightmares.

“Is this why you approached Agatha? You wanted to suck her blood, right?”

So that is what he was worried about.

“Don’t you think if I wanted to suck her blood I would have done it a long time ago?”

“You want to kill me. And you didn’t do it yet”.

“That's…” a lie. That is what I should say. That should be the truth.

It is not.

Because I do not want to kill Simon Snow. But I am going to do it anyway.

Tears are still flowing, but I am still smiling. It´s a sick irony, just like my life. Just like sharing room with Simon. Just like falling in love with him.

And I am tired, so tired…


“Snow, the Humdrum´s here”.


“Don’t you feel it? The magic is…”

“It´s not here, Baz. Don’t try to distract me!”

“Snow, I'm…”

It is not the Humdrum. It is Simon. Simon is making the magic disappear.

I must get out of here. No. It is the same outside.


“Stop what?”

“I don’t know, whatever you’re doing”.

I do not understand what he is doing, but I can feel the magic being drained from the air.

“Snow, I’m serious”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, stop trying to distract me!”

As he grows more and more angry, the magic goes away faster.

No, I realize, it is not disappearing. It is going towards him, as if he were absorbing the air around him, as if magic was drawn to him the same way I am.

I grab his arm, trying to make him stop. I should have not.

He tries to pull out. He cannot. At least the magic in the air is safe now. Because he is draining mine. And it is painful.

“Snow, look at me”. At least he does that much. “Simon, I need you to stop. It hurts. I…”

“What am I supposed to be doing?” “You don’t realize? You´re draining my magic”. I am openly crying now. It hurts too much. I have fallen on my knees at some point, but I cannot release him. I just can´t.

I think I am dying. For real. And it is way more painful than I ever imagined.

I look up at his face, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but did not know what.

I look into his eyes and feel strangely calm about the fact that I am going to die. Maybe it is because it means everything is going to end.

Aunt Fiona´s speeches about how I must kill him.

Father’s disappointed looks.

Sneaking out to drink blood.

The guilt.

It will be over.

I will not have to kill Simon.

I will not have to live knowing I killed Simon.

I will not have to live knowing I killed the boy I love.

I will be dead.

Not half dead.

Completely dead.

Maybe I will even see my mother, and listen to her voice again. I have missed her.

Maybe I will be able to visit Simon next time the veil opens up.

“Baz, I´m sorry. I’m so sorry, I… I don’t know how to stop this”.

So now we are both crying and I am dying and Simon is imploding and I need to say goodbye. I need to tell him everything before it is too late.

“Simon, I…” I do not even know what to begin with. “Simon, the box”.


“Simon, the box with the Italian shoes…” he understood. He is searching under my bed.


I reach under the bed with Baz still grabbing my arm and take out the box. I still don’t know what´s happening, I feel nothing. But he seems to be falling apart. His way too elegant for anyone but him Italian shoes are inside, along with an envelope that has the Pitch emblem printed.

I´m about to open it but Baz stops me. He´s sitting on the floor, and pressure on my arm is softer. He’s paler than usual, and that is weird because he´s a… A vampire. I think he has no strength left. And it´s so sad watching him this way…

“Simon, I… I´m sorry. I love you Simon”.

Did he just say that?

He has released my arm.

And has fallen down on the floor.

Baz is dead.

I feel renewed, and that’s when I realize what Baz meant. I’ve sucked all of his magic. The only monster here is me. It shouldn’t have happened this way. It should have been fair. Or have not been at all. Baz should be alive. As a vampire. Or as a boy. I don’t care. He should be alive.

I wait for the anathema to make effect, but it just doesn’t. Maybe because it was not my intention. Or was it? I don’t know anymore. I see the envelope in my hand and open it. Inside, there are three pages full of Baz’s elegant handwriting.

     Dear Father:

It has been twelve years since the day I was supposed to die. Ever since then, things have just gotten worse day by day and I just cannot stand it anymore.

I miss her. I miss my mother. My last memory of her is her voice shouting curses at the vampires.

I remember people scrambling. I remember watching one of the vampires light up like a Roman candle. I remember a flash of agony before the man holding me sank his teeth into my neck.

And then pain.

And then nothing…

I must have passed out.

When I woke up, I was in my mother’s  quarters, and Father and Fiona were casting healing spells over me.

When I woke up, my mother was gone.

When I woke up, I was a vampire.

I hated myself for what I was.

I was a monster. A vampire. Like the ones who killed her. The ones who she despised.

I lied awake at night, wondering what she would have done if she had lived. Would she have loved me nonetheless? Would she have abandoned me? Would she… would she have killed me? I used to hug my pillow, crying until I fell asleep, exhausted. I needed you to hug me, to comfort me. But you were not there.

As I child, I learned to get used to you ignoring me. To you being ashamed of me. Up until I was thirteen I justified your behavior to myself with stupid, hard to believe excuses.

When I was eleven, I was admitted into Watford. I should not have. My mother would have never let a vampire in the school.

Being a vampire is death. It is death, because you need to eat life to stay alive. It is death, because when you are hungry, you cannot stop thinking about eating other people. It is death, because you look at other people, living people, and they seem really far away. They seem like something else. The way that birds seem like something else. And they are full of something you do not have. You could take it from them, but it still will not be yours. They are full, and… you are hungry. You are not alive. You are just hungry.

And then there is Snow. Simon Snow. My roommate and my nemesis. Simon, who is so full of life and magic. How am I supposed to take that from him? Simon Snow. My first love, my enemy.

When I came to Watford, I knew I had to hide the fact that I am a vampire. I knew Simon Snow would be there, and I also knew he would be my enemy. Why? Because Fiona said so. Because you said so. Because The Mage, even though I was only eleven, already thought of me as a threat. Because everyone around me said so. When the crucible drew us together, I could not believe my luck. Killing him would be way easier than expected.

It was not.

The roommate anathema made it impossible, and I hated it. I hated him. I hated how he was completely incapable of controlling his own magic. How he seemed a little stupid. How he followed the Mage everywhere. But the worst part is that he was alive, and I was not, and that made me jealous.

Now it has changed. At some point, I began liking him. I didn’t care that he didn’t use magic to tie his shoes, or that he always dressed with the school uniform, or that he suddenly appeared in our room covered by blood and mumbling explanations.

He should not be my roommate, he deserves someone better. He deserves a normal guy to hang out with and organize parties; not a vampire who was taught to hate him since he was little. Not someone whose family wants him dead. Not someone who cannot even confess out of fear. Not someone who is going to kill him.

I am going to kill him. I do not care if the Anathema fires me. I just hope this way you and Fiona will be proud for once. Because, Father, one of the most awful parts of being a vampire is that the Pitch mansion is not wide enough for me not to hear you and Daphne telling Mordelia to be careful. And that you are right, but it hurts. It hurts that you hate me for being a vampire. It hurts that you hate me for being homosexual. It hurts that you think of me as a monster. It hurts because I didn’t get to choose any of those things. It hurts that you seem incapable of helping me cope with all of this.

But it does not matter anymore, because I am going to kill Simon.

And then I will kill myself.

Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

Actually the more I think about it the more I want Fiona for a companion. She’s a 50+ year old mage with a spine of dragonbone and a former Grey Warden.

She’s met the Architect, so it’d be interesting to see how she reacts to another talking Darkspawn emissary. And her opinions regarding Adamant Fortress and the Wardens there.

Blackwall should probably avoid her.

And Dorian.

She’s an elf who’s had at least some education on elven history, and her perspective on the temple of Mythal would be interesting since she’s neither stuck in the ancient past like Solas or outright hostile to it like Sera.

She was a high ranking mage in the Circle of Magi, as well as being Orlesian like Vivienne, but would provide an anti-Circle perspective. The two would have destructive but thought provoking interactions I would imagine.

She would hate the Winter Palace and I have no idea if you could even convince her to go in the first place, but it’s probably not a good idea and not good for her emotional or mental health.

And can you imagine the banter between her and Loghain (*snarky comment* “something something Maric was an idiot and we loved him”) I wonder if she’d have anything to say regarding Ostagar and Duncan’s death? Or them potentially being in-laws.

Banter between Fiona and Warden Alistair.

Surprise (Ch. 3)

Summary: Mickey becomes extremely protective of Ian in the face of their fathers, especially when Terry decides to end some unfinished business.

Word Count: 2126

Notes: Let me know if anyone wants me to write Chapter 4! :)

Two days have passed and nothing has happened. Mickey has been praying that his dad gets thrown back into the slammer sooner than later. The anxiety of Terry getting to Ian is driving him completely insane.

“I’ll come with you to work tonight,” Mickey says to Ian. “I don’t have a shift, but I don’t want Terry finding you.” He sees Ian flinch at the man’s name. “And if he does find you, I need to be there so I can blow a bullet into his forehead.”

Ian nods. “I think I’ll be fine, but thanks, Mick. I feel safe when you’re around, ya know?” He sounds embarrassed saying that but it’s the truth.

“Such a gaywad,” he jokes and pulls his boyfriend into a kiss.

“You know me,” Ian kisses Mickey again. “Let’s go.”

They make their way to the Kash n Grab silently and on alert. Mickey has a gun tucked under his belt just in case they have any run ins. Scared is an understatement, whether or not Ian can see right through is hard exterior, he’ll never admit it.

Once they enter the store, Ian begins stacking inventory. Mickey just watches at first and then decides he should help. “Linda!” Mickey says a looks at the security camera. “I’m gonna help Gallagher out tonight.”

“Fine. No fucking in the back room today. I’m serious, Ian,” she says over the loudspeaker. Both boys roll their eyes and laugh.

“No promises,” Ian smirks.

The afternoon has been going pretty smoothly. No one tried to steal anything which meant Mickey didn’t need to threaten anyone. Most of the time he was flipping through some pointless magazine and judging every rich asshole he saw in the picture while Ian worked on his geometry work in hopes to get into West Point.

“This is fucking hard,” Ian complains.

“Why do you want to go in the Army so bad anyway? Do you want to get your ass shot off?” Mickey scoffs. He knows he should be supportive of his boyfriend, but he can’t bare the thought of losing him for good.

“It’s my dream, man,” Ian says. “Wish you had one.”

Mickey shakes his head. “I’m fucked for life already, Firecrotch. We’ve been over this–”

Mickey gets cut off my the door slamming open. Suddenly, they turn their heads toward the front door to see Terry Milkovich with a bat in his hand. Ian feels his heart drop. It’s going to be a bad night. “No son of mine will be a faggot,” Terry spat.

Before Mickey has a chance to reach for his gun, Terry launches himself at his son, hitting him in the head with the bat, which Mickey eventually knocked out of his hand. Fists were flying into each other’s faces. Mickey was nearly unconscious until Ian jumped on Terry and punched him in the face. Terry slammed Ian onto the ground. One hand held on his neck, choking him, while the other repeatedly punch him in the face.

“Fucking. AIDS. Monkey,” Terry shouted between punches.

Before Mickey regained full consciousness, Terry grabbed the bat that fell from his grip when fighting with Mickey. He swung it at Ian, catching him in the stomach.

Mickey used all his force to get the gun and point it at his father. Without warning, Mickey shot the older man in the arm, causing him to fall back.

Slowly scrambling to his feet, Mickey trudged his way to Terry, placing his foot on his neck. “You ever come near Ian again that bullet will be in your neck. You understand me, dad?”

Then the police came rushing in. Fortunately, Linda saw the commotion the up stairs and called the cops right away. The officers knew Terry Milkovich very well and had no problem throwing him back in the joint.

Mickey rushed to Ian’s side, ignoring his own injuries. He had to hold back tears when he saw the redheaded boy lying unconscious and bloody. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” His voice was quiet and shaky.

“C’mon, Ian. Open your eyes. I need you,” he begged. Mikey placed his forehead on Ian’s and started tearing up. “I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t be,” Ian forces out. Mickey’s head jolts up when he hears Ian speak.

He kisses his head. “You woke up. Thank God, you woke up.” Mickey scans Ian’s body. “The ambulance is coming.”

“No,” Ian’s voice shakes. “Nothing’s broken.”


“No, Mick.”

Mickey nods. “Tony,” he turns to the officers. “Send the ambulance back, we’re fine.”

“Wait, you need it. You’re hurt, Mickey,” Ian’s voice is soft.

“So are you, fuckhead.” He stares in his boyfriend’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Shut the fuck up, Mick. I love you, okay? We’re still here, he didn’t kill us. We’re okay, and that’s all the matters.”

“It’s my fault–”

Ian places a hand on Mickey’s mouth to shut him up. “It’s Terry’s fault.” Mickey nods. “Help me up, I want to go home.”

Mickey helps him up cautiously. “We need to give a statement.”

Ian shrugs. “Tony,” he waits for Tony to look at him. “He beat the shit out of us because we’re gay. Almost killed us, but he didn’t because Mickey shot him with the gun that fell out of Terry’s hand,” Ian lied about that one to cover Mickey’s ass. “He tried once before but it didn’t work then either. There’s your statement. Lock him up for as long as you can,” Ian smirked.

“We’ll do our best,” Tony reassures.

“We’re okay,” Mickey convinced himself. “He didn’t win.”

“Damn right,” Ian grinned.

Mickey chuckles when he sees Ian smiling because he is the only person who could still light up a room right after getting pounded on. “How’d he find us? I mean, what the fuck?”

“Call Iggy and ask him,” Ian leans on his boyfriend so he doesn’t fall over.

“Tomorrow,” Mickey says. “I wanna get home. We gotta get cleaned up. Then I wanna hold you and fall asleep.”

“Who’s the gay one now?” Ian jokes.

Mickey forces back a grin. “Fuck you. Either of us could’ve died tonight so I want to hold you and make sure it’s real.”

Ian kisses Mickey’s head. “It’s real.” They walk the rest of the way in silence.

* * *

“What the fuck happened?” Fiona screamed loudly as the boys walked in the house.

Carl and Debbie’s eyes widened at the sight of the boys. Ian had a hand marked around his neck to show that he was strangled. He was also profusely bleeding near his right eye. Blood cover him head to toe.

Then they looked at Mickey. He had a big welt on his forehead that was pouring blood from where Terry hit him with the bat. His left eye was swollen shut, it would probably be a long time until the swelling goes down. Though he was completely covered in blood like Ian, there was a pool of blood dripping from his shirt. There must be a big cut there, Debbie thought.

“We just wanna clean ourselves up and go to sleep, Fi.” Ian grabs Mickey’s hand and leads him up the stairs.

“C’mon, let’s shower. I wanna get you cleaned up,” Mickey says softly.

Ian nods. “Yeah, you need it too.”

Ian turns on the shower and they both undress, wincing when the the clothes gets pulled over a certain area. Ian looks at Mickey and frowns. There’s a large gash in his stomach and his body is full of black and blues. “How’d you get that cut?” He walks toward Mickey and slowly lays his hand on it.

“Don’t know, never saw a knife.” Mickey then frowns when he looks at Ian’s bruises. They hated being in the situation.

Mickey has to help the taller boy step into the shower because Ian had hurt his leg pretty bad during the fight. Once they got in they stood silently, just letting the water run over them.

“I love you,” Mickey says as if it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

Ian grabs Mickey’s face in his hands and kisses him softly. Though they are standing naked in the shower, there’s no sexual tension–just love. “I love you too.”

They then begin to slowly and carefully wash each other wounds. It took a while to scrub all of the blood off of each other, but they did eventually. Once finished, they walked into the bedroom and put on their boxers.

They laid there, in each other’s arms. They clung to each other, like nothing else was worth living for. Then they fell asleep, knowing they had someone who loved them.

* * *

“Frank, get the fuck out!” Lip yells as Mandy holds the three youngest children back.

Carl’s thinking about kneecapping his dad but decides against because he doesn’t feel like getting in trouble for “unnecessary acts of violence” again. He loves his father, but also hates the type of man he is. Carl can’t remember the last time Frank truly acted as a role model for him, which is a bit displeasing.

Fiona steps between her brother and Frank because Lip looks like he’s on the verge of punching the man. “Give us our money back, and get the fuck away from this house,” she says fiercely.

“I need to pay my tab at the Alibi. The beer supply is lacking over there, and I need to help them out by giving them thy money they deserve after years of hard labor,” he says bitterly. “And it’s my house!”

“Bullshit!” Lip gets in his father’s face again. “You never pay there! You’re trying to take the money we use to pay the bills for drugs, Frank! How fucking stupid do you think we are?”

Quietly, to avoid more conflict, Mickey and Ian made their way down the stairs. They look at each other and then at the people involved in all of the commotion. The whole room was tense.

After a while of listening to the constant bickering, Ian stepped up. “Frank, it’s not your fucking money. Get out.”

“Who do you think you are?” Frank says harshly. “You’re not even my kid.” He head butts him, like usual.

Everyone in the room gasps. Mickey grabs Frank by the throat and slams him against the nearest wall. “You ever touch a him again and I will bury you six feet under,” he spits. “You never touch him again, Frank.”

Frank nods with fear. “Give me the money back.” Mickey holds out his hand and when he has it, he places it on the table. “Now get out,” he pushes him towards the door that Lip opened for him.

Everyone other than Ian and Mandy were surprised by the evil and threatening tone that Mickey had toward Frank. It was a real threat, which scared the others and also gave them relief at the same time.

“I could handle Frank, Mick,” he slightly chuckles. “It’s not like it’s the first time that’s happened.”

“It’ll be the last.” Mickey turns to look at his boyfriend. “Fuck, Ian, you’re bleeding again.” He ushers for Fiona to hand him a towel, and she does. He grabs his boyfriend’s head tilting it back and holds the wet towel to it.

“Love that you care, Mick,” Ian shrugs. “But I’m okay. A little sick of getting beat up though,” he jokes and takes the towel out of Mickey’s hand.

Before Mickey could respond, Lip chimes in. “What happened last night?”


“Are you two okay?” Debbie says shakily.

Ian nods. “Yeah, Debs. We’re okay.” Mickey doesn’t answer.

“How are you alive?” Carl says.

“Shot him,” Mickey responds.

Carl’s eyes widen. Fiona gasps. “Dead?”

“Nah, in the arm,” Ian adds. “Mickey’s saved me one too many times,” he sighs. “Wish I could do the same.”

Mickey’s eyebrows shoot up in confusion. “Ian,” he speaks softly and presses his hand to Ian’s cheek. “You saved me from an even shittier life. I’d have been miserable if it weren’t for you,” Mickey smiles.

“You saved me too, Ian,” Mandy smiles.

“You guys are just sayin’ that to make me feel good,” he dryly laughs.

“You’re even more of a fucking idiot than I thought you were if you think that,” Mandy steps closer to her best friend.

She hugs him and looks at him with a smile. “We love you, Ian. You helped us learn we’re not destined for the South Side– that we could get out if we tried.”

“You and your dreams,” Mickey snorts. “I’ve been havin’ a few of my own ‘cause of you.”

Fiona looks at the three of them and smiles. No matter what shit they need to go through, she knows Ian will always be surrounded by people that love him.

omgkalyppso  asked:

Fiona, Loghain, Bethany, Carver, Varric, Zevran

Push off a cliff: uh… Listen, I love Loghain, but his heavy armor would probably protect him, if it was a short cliff. So Loghain.

kiss: Zev

Marry: Fiona

Set on fire:…uh… This is too hard. Beth? Not because I hate her, but because she’s a mage? She can probably put it out like nothing?

wrap a blanket around: Carver.

be roommates with: Varric.


Hums back. Half of what they say to each other these days isn’t anything but hums, mewls, whimpers. Inarticulate need for the other’s closeness, the other’s care and gentleness. Swaying soft, hardly in time with the music, and Blanche goes to rest her head on Fiona’s chest so that she can hear her heart. Soft, steady thrum, and the swell and fall of her breath. The hand at Fiona’s waist travels a smooth path up and down. “You’re terribly lovely, you know,” Pulls away to smile up at her, to peck at the underside of jaw. Maybe yawns soft before she settles her head back against her. “I’d hate you for it if –” If she didn’t love her so much, “If I didn’t like you as well as I do.”

[ ;; FIONA ]

       “I’m not completely incompetent, Griffon. I can stand on my own, I’m just a bit confused why no one wants me to talk to my boyfriend.” She let out a soft chuckle, the one that she had thought was lost in the past, the news that her father was gone was something that pulled a weight off of her chest. But that freedom meant nothing if her first love, free from his own personal hell, was not there to celebrate with her. “If the bastard really is dead than I want to be with him.” 


Who to Fight: Tales From The Borderlands
  • Rhys: Do it. Fight Rhys. Fight this fuckin limp noodle. Do it
  • Vaughn: You can try, but not only will you hate yourself for doing it, but he will probably FUCK. YOU. UP. Don't fight Vaughn.
  • Yvette: All she's interested in is lunch, buddy. Don't fight Yvette. Buy her lunch. Maybe you'll get something cool in return but really, the knowledge that you've given her lunch should be good enough.
  • Fiona: She's too slippery. She can put you on the ground before you even know she's there. I mean, you can fight her if you like. Just not if you value your life.
  • Sasha: have you ever known love
  • August: Hmmmmm. I don't know. He seems like a bit of a romantic sap, but he could also probably kill you. If you're sure you can take him, do it. I'd like to see that.
  • Vasquez: Is this even a question? Fight Vasquez. I will pay you to fight him. I will pay you in advance if you stick the money on his head first and take him down while he cries.
  • Henderson: Well, like, he's dead anyway. I mean, if you can't fight any of the others, sure. He'll just... float.
  • Felix: You could easily take Felix. So long as he's not armed. Fight Felix.
  • Athena: I. Really? You really want to fight Athena? I mean, if dying is your thing, go ahead, but like.
  • Springs: Janey Springs is a ball of lesbian Australian love and joy. Why would you fight that?
  • Zer0: :( :( :(
  • AI Jack: He's an AI, he can't do shit. Just don't go for it near any electronics, and punch him in the fucking face. do it who cares if he wont feel it fuckign do it puNCH HANDSOME JACK IN THE FACE
Time for my thoughts on 5.10

So look away if you don’t want spoilers!!! Seriously…

Okay here we go:

  • Mickey trying to blow Ian was YES
  • Mickey kissing the top of Ian’s head when he couldn’t get it up was also YES
  • Mickey preparing Ian’s meds for him
  • Mickey looking out for Ian <3
  • Ian baby don’t burn your hand again, I can’t handle that pain
  • Fiona get your shit together, I can’t anymore.
  • Debbie you sob, I’m so mad. PUT THE CONDOM ON!!!!!! Doc said 48 hours not 48 minutes! URGH
  • Carl, I miss you.
  • Liam, you cute as helllll
  • Frank, bye, I don’t care
  • Kev, thank fuck you went back home to your wife cause I couldn’t anymore
  • Svetlana, I miss you too…. and yevy
  • Lip, I don’t really care about you in this episode. Sorry not sorry. Still a hottie though.
  • Ian hitting Mickey and telling him to be the man he “FELL FOR” and basically to stop babying him was how I KNEW it would play out and I am so happy about it. They were soooo into that fight it was great. PLUS they’re cute fucking smiles afterwards.
  • “You look like a wet rat” then kisses the guy he’s in love with. DONE. BYE. PUT THAT ON MY GRAVESTONE.
  • Ian’s 7 foot ass jumping on Mickey’s 5 foot ass was amazing while they sang. perfect.
  • “Holy shit. I just realized we’ve never been on a real date.” - Ian.
  • “Bullshit.” - Mickey
  • Sammi, you fucking cunt I hate you so much. From day 1. Die in a hole for all I care. Fucking bitch. Used treating Ian’s hand as a way to get info and fucking turned him in when he has done absoFUCKINGLUTELY NOTHING TO HER. URGH I’m so emotional about it all.
  • BUT, Mickey tryna fight the MPs off to get his man was, I can’t form words. He fell hard for this poor boy.
  • Fiona and Mickey’s death glares to Sammi were the perfect fucking ending though. BROTP. Get Sammi out.

In all, I fucking loved this episode. Ian and Mickey were, urgh, just bless them.

If you wanna chat Shameless, shoot me a message. I’m all ears!

very shitty shameless finale recap

i had to type it up for this poor soul ladyimpala1 that asked me to recap it for her.  this is not particularly well done and i’m sure i left out a ton but since i had to further traumatize myself to type it out, i figured i’d post it for anybody who hasn’t seen and wants a shitty recap first.  

sarcasm and stupidness and no real insight ahead.

Fiona and ShutUpSean (sorry; i hate him):  Fiona rolled around, literally, with her husband Gus.  But he doesn’t know if he wants to be around because Fickle Fiona can’t make up her mind.  So Fickle Fiona goes and finds ShutUpSean at the diner and tells him she loves him and they kiss but ShutUpSean is only happy when he’s jerking her around so he tells her to grow up, adjusts his blue balls, and man-angsts himself off to the rathole from whence he came.

Debbie:  Fiona briefly remembers she’s supposed to be watching the siblings she fought so hard to have guardianship off, so she comes home to find LIam, for the eleventyththousand time, watching some super inappropriate shit on tv.  Look the kid’s already scarred by your super-neglect, Fiona, I don’t know why you’re freaked by zombies.  Anyway, Fiona goes upstairs to find Debbie and Derek in bed together.  It’s not graphic but i remember when she was nine and crying over Aunt Ginger.  This is not OK.  Then Debbie tells her she’s pregnant (probably!)  The show will continue to dangle this ‘is she or isn’t she’ into next season, probably, because it ends with her taking a pregnancy test and we don’t know the result.  Also, Fiona tries to remind Debbie that babies are a big fucking deal but Debbie apparently doesn’t remember that she’s been witness to Monica’s baby parade, a thousand teen pregnancies, and also took care of several summer’s worth of rash inducing bratz because all Debbie wants is BABIEZ and a underage shotgun wedding Kentucky styles.  I can say this because my kinfolk are from Kentucky.  

Lip:  Lip has some kinky sex with his playboy bunny of a professor while her creepy husband sits in the corner and watches.  my adored zebrawallpaper had the best observation about him:  'he looks like Stephen King!’  he so does.  it was gross.  And Awesome Amanda was awesome but Lip has absolutely no clue - he thinks he’s all in love with freaky Helene because she’s freaky.  Newsflash, Lip…Mandy was kinky too, and far more awesome, and not married.  Ditto for Karen.  I love you, Lip, but I don’t get you.  At all.  Anyway, Awesome Amanda spoke for us all and socked him good.

Frank:  blah blah boring Costa Rica is pretty/i liked Bianca’s caftan…  there was a gun and some angst and then Bianca drowned herself, apparently, and gave Frank a sad.  The sad he never was able to muster for any of his children.  Ever.  I had no care and I really didn’t pay attention to this, sorry.

Kev/V: (added because i feel shitty that i forgot them) kev’s an easy lay and no one is surprised.   basically, repeat everything from the last episode (’you slept with how many co-eds??!’) and add a visit to the clinic.  basically, kev needs a decontamination bath and a lot of shots.  finally, he proves his utter devotion to v, despite his twenty-somethingtiming her, by leaving their twins to scream it out.  because nothing say ‘i love you’ like rampant parental neglect.  *copyright: Frank Gallagher/Fiona Gallagher*  on the good side, Shanola was so radiant that i could have just watched her on mute, in slow motion, all night long.  also, they made one very important mention of my girl, Svetlana, who is apparently still staying with them.  For now.  *sigh*  (this is not the time for my ‘you’ll pry Svetlana from my cold dead hands’ rant, is it?)

um…ok…. *sigh*  Ian x Mickey.  Please take a deep breath.  It’s really not going to be an easy read.

So um..our first glimpse of Mickey is him fucking some chick (i so thought it was Svetlana for a minute but it wasn’t).  Don’t ask me, hon, I just don’t know.  Apparently he’s not having a good time and homosexuality is Shameless’s Viagara because Mickey can go go go without ever finishing.  The girl is numb and leaves.  End of that scene except I think he sad dials Ian, I don’t remember now.  PTSD.

So Ian goes to a truck stop diner with Monica and sees her doing some shady shit to get money.  He also ignores Mickey’s millionth phone call.  Then they go to her trailer domicile because Monica (and the writers) love a good white trash stereotype.  Her man Walter is probably about Ian’s age and looks like Vanilla Ice after his career went south.  Ian immediately hates Walter, finds a bunch of crystal meth in Monica’s purse, realizes she’s a dealer and Walter is cooking it up for her to sell.  His moments with Monica were quite beautiful and quite sad.  She tells him that he needs to find someone who loves him ad accepts him for who he is and whole fandom is temporarily fooled into thinking this means he’s going back to Mickey.

Mickey sad-dials Ian for the ten millionth time and when Ian doesn’t answer he goes off into the shadows with a guy he calls cupcake.  Mercifully, we don’t see anything else.

Mickey finally gets a phone call from Ian and runs (RUNS!!!) to the Gallagher house, where Ian is sitting on the porch.  

This is where the ultra mega suck comes in.  I just want to warn you first before you keep reading.  This is not good at all.  I’m serious.  There is no good here, I’m afraid I have bad news.

Ian tells Mickey something about how Mickey used to love him for him and love him the way he is, and he hates his medication and doesn’t want to keep taking it and he wants to know if Mickey will stay with him anyway if he doesn’t take it.  Mickey doesn’t say anything but come all, we all know that answer was HELL THE FUCK YES.  Then Mickey tells him HE LOVES HIM and oh god he’s so sincere and Ian doesn’t even blink, he just shines it on with a 'what does that even mean?“  Mickey says they take care of each other and again it’s like speaking to a stone wall.  So Mickey says that Ian is breaking up with him and he’s totally teary and it’s just so sad and Ian’s like 'yeah, pretty much’ and if it wasn’t sucky enough just then SAMMI SHOWS UP WITH A FUCKING GUN AND CHASES MICKEY SHOOTING AT HIM and Ian is like 'whatevs’ and greets his family and this is apparently supposed to be funny????? and i’m sorry to say that is the last we see of Ian x Mickey or Mickey at all.  There’s another brief scene, a throwback to the pilot, of Ian and Lip in the van and it would have been wonderful if I hadn’t been flailing in agony.

It was just…I expected the break up but this was a gross and stupid slap in the face. I’m sorry.