ian what are you doing

“It was hard seeing you...”

Alright so I need to talk about this part:

Because this pisses me off so bad. And you may wonder why. Well I’m going to tell you.

Because Ian had a hard time seeing Mickey in prison, he left Mickey alone to suffer by himself. But you know what, Mickey never left Ian when it was “hard”.

Do you think this wasn’t hard for Mickey:

Or this wasn’t hard?

No! It was fucking hard! It torn Mickey. But you know what he did? He did this:

So what if it was hard for Ian to see Mickey like that? Mickey needed Ian. Ian should’ve been there for him.

Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

-

Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

ian-noble  asked:

do you think zenyatta taught genji binary/whatever the omnic language is? and if so do they sass people with it

holy shit

i definitely feel like genji picked up on speaking to omnics in binary (mentioned in tdlh itself when genji and bastion first communicate) on his own, but - i mean, dude. zenyatta would totally teach genji the finer details of using it, and can you imagine what sort of havoc that would wreak

  • athena having to deal with genji not only sassing her but doing it at a speed where she actually has to focus on it in order to respond in an effectively timely manner (she misses the blackwatch days when genji would just yell at the ceiling)
  • genji and zen able to form plans almost instantaneously and silently and then execute them before anyone is aware (be it actual mission-related stuff, pranks, anything)
  • also genji and zen arguing and speaking via binary and literally no one can tell except for the fact that genji sometimes forgets and laughs out loud to something zen said
  • what would happened if genji bluescreened?? he’s still human so he’d be able to function but maybe he’d be stumbling around like ‘MY EYES’ and zen is just like ‘there there’
  • shit i wonder if angela ever had to debug genji’s programming??
  • genji and zen spamming chatrooms with 1s and 0s both accidentally and purposefully, to the point that athena installs a binary translator directly into the feed
  • ‘genji shut up’ //garbled server noises//
  • i could go on about this but i gotta run to class fffffff
Killer Asks
  • TJ Lane: Who is your favourite actor/actress?
  • Brenda Ann Spencer: How long have you been interested in crime?
  • Jeffrey Dahmer: What's your favourite food?
  • Aileen Wuornos: What colour are your eyes?
  • Eric Harris: What's your favourite band?
  • Dylan Klebold: How old are you?
  • Ted Bundy: What's your biggest turn on?
  • Richard Ramirez: What's your biggest turn off?
  • Kip Kinkel: Who was the first killer you began researching?
  • Paul Bernardo: Do you believe in ghosts?
  • Ian Brady: What's your favourite animal?
  • Ed Gein: What colour is your hair?
  • Alyssa Bustamante: What's your favourite colour?
  • Rod Ferrell: Do you have any piercings?
  • Timothy McVeigh: What's your favourite time of year?
Couple

Summary: The Gallaghers have some insight on how close Ian and Mickey really are. It’s surprising, but they like the idea of them being together.

Word Count: 1047

Notes: This request was in my messages for so long, and I completely forgot about it. Sorry! Here it is :) Also, this is my AU for day 1 of Gallavich Week!


“Is Mickey your boyfriend?” Carl asked Ian, who was on the pull up bar, after finding the Milkovich boy curled up in his brother’s bed.

Ian’s cheeks flushed at the question, but he knew if Mickey woke up he’d probably say something stupid so the redhead responded with a simple, “We hang out.”

The younger Gallagher lightly punched his brother between every pull up. “He’s in your bed,” Carl said and then took a moment to think. The pause was short though. “You love Mickey?”

Ian stopped his movement. Yeah, I do, he thought. “I like how he smells,” he responded to make it seem much more simpler. He wanted to tell Mickey how he felt, but doing it through Carl was not the way.

Raising an eyebrow, Carl was about to speak, but Mickey cut him off. “Whatchu asking stupid fucking questions for?” The older boy shot at him.

“You’re nicer when you’re asleep,” Carl rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs.

Ian let his mind consume his for a little bit. Carl just pretty much told him that he knew of their relationship, and Mickey heard it, and he didn’t care. Mickey didn’t run out. He’s still here.

* * *

Ian and Mickey woke up earlier than the other people in the house. Though Mickey wanted the sleep some more, when the redhead promised to make him some banana pancakes, he couldn’t turn that down.

While the Gallagher boy was a the burner, making the pancakes, Mickey was sitting at the kitchen table, just watching. He couldn’t figure out why he was so scared all these years— this is all he ever wanted, and here it finally is.

After Ian was done making a single plate of food, he went over to where Mickey was sitting. He leaned on the counter so that their faces were in the same direction. “I’m wondering something,” he said so quietly and nervously that it was nearly incoherent.

“What’s that, mumbles?” Mickey stood up, and got so close to his lover that he could feel his breath.

They didn’t realize the whole entire Gallagher clan in the living room. The family was at an angle where they could be nosy and watch the interaction, but Ian and Mickey couldn’t see them.

“Just wondering if we’re a couple or not,” Ian said more assertively as he placed his hands on Mickey’s hips and turned him so that he was pushed up against the counter.

Now Mickey to matters into his own hands. He pushed Ian into the wall that stood next to them, and inches their faces so close together. “Of course we are.”

Ian smiled and kissed him hard. “What would you do if I said something you might not want to hear?” His voice was a bit shaky. Mickey gave him a look that said, go on, tell me. “Please don’t freak out, okay? I just gotta say it. I love you. I really, really love you.” He felt like his heart was in his throat as he spoke, he just didn’t want to hold it in anymore.

Surprising himself and Ian, Mickey grabbed Ian’s cheeks and kissed him even harder than the last time. When their lips separated, they rested their heads together. “I love you too, Gallagher,” the shorter boy responded. Though he’d probably never admit it, he’s always loved that crazy ginger, and it felt fucking nice to admit it.

Ian laughed giddily. Everything was finally falling in place.

“Now, go make me some more fucking pancakes,” Mickey said, and stepped back, giving Ian room to move.

“Yeah, yeah. You got it,” Ian chuckled.

The Gallaghers couldn’t believe what they just saw and heard. Obviously they could tell that something was going on between Ian and Mickey. For fuck’s sake, Carl found Mickey in Ian’s bed, and Lip actually knew they were together. No one expected it to be so serious though. Love is fucking deep.

As Ian was waiting to flip the pancakes, Mickey came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Ian leaned back into it. “Y’know my family doesn’t care, right?”

Mickey’s head was resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He nodded. “I know. Makes it a whole lot fucking easier.”

Ian smiled. Everything was so good right now. He then went back to cooking, making sure Mickey

stayed with his arms engulfing him like that.

The Gallaghers were still watching from their hiding spot. It was completely mind boggling to see Mickey look so soft and loving. They wanted to see what would happen in front of people though. Giving each other the same look, they all set foot for the kitchen.

As they walked in, Fiona stepped louder than usual to get their attention. “Morning, guys,” she said enthusiastically.

Ian felt Mickey tense up around his waist. He expected him to unlatch him, but he didn’t— he stayed right there. “Morning. I’m making pancakes,” he said.

Instead of Mickey saying anything, he shoved his face into the back of Ian’s neck. It was only fair to Ian to let the Gallaghers know about their relationship, and though it may be scary right now, it was nothing Mickey couldn’t handle.

“So,” Debbie started. “Are you guys together or something?”

Ian didn’t respond, he didn’t know how, and thankfully Mickey did. “We been together for years,” he scoffed.

“Wait, years?” Fiona raised an eyebrow. Now she was even more amused.

“Three,” Mickey said as he unlatched himself. He then went to stand next to Ian instead. “Fucking going on four though, I think.” He turned his head to Ian.

The redhead nodded. “Yeah, almost four.” He looked at his boyfriend with so much love in his eyes, which was making all the tension Mickey felt go away.

“Holy shit,” Carl and Fiona said simultaneously.

Ian then finished up the food without answering his siblings. He made a plate for himself and Mickey, and then went to the table, giving his brothers and sisters room to get themselves a plate. As the couple sat down, Ian kissed Mickey’s cheek to thank him for being so outward with their relationship.

“Ah,” Lip said. “Young love.” Mickey chucked the finger, but it was in an innocent way. It was love, and now they’re free.

Name?

Summary: Ian realizes he doesn’t know Mickey’s full name, so he pesters him until he finds out.

Word Count: 865

Notes: Loved this request!! I’ll be working on few that came through my messages tonight :)


A sudden realization had hit Ian during the night. He was watching his boyfriend sleep, but he noticed that he didn’t know his full name. He knew that ‘Mickey’ was not his birth name so what the hell could it be?

Like usual, Ian woke up a few minutes before Mickey. He was intently staring at his boyfriend once again.  Possible different names that could be Mickey’s were running through his head, but none of them really seemed to match— Michael? Miguel? Micah? Miska? Malachi? Half of those don’t even make sense.

When Mickey finally started to flutter his eyes open, he immediately noticed the redhead had his wonderment face on. “Good mornin,’” Mickey said groggily.

“Morning,” Ian blankly said back. His hand was still on his temple, it looked like his head hurt from thinking so hard.

Mickey raised his eyebrow. “What the fuck are you thinking so hard about, man?” Though he was tired, he was still interested.

“What’s your name?” Ian questioned. He really, really, really wanted to know.

Of course, Mickey snorted. “Um, I’m pretty sure you already fucking know my name.” He said with a face that should an obvious expression.

Ian let out a frustrated groan. “No, Mick. I’m talking about you full name. What is it?” He pleaded.

Red rushed to Mickey’s cheeks. He looked extremely embarrassed. “You don’t gotta know my full name,” he mumbled and lifted himself out of the bed.

Ian was completely taken aback by the fact that Mickey wouldn’t tell him. At first, he just sat their in bafflement, but once Mickey opened the bedroom door, he regained awareness and went to chase after him. “Mickey! Why won’t you tell me?” He asked, but Mickey cut him off by slamming the bathroom door in his face and locking it. “Mick!”

“Fuck off, and let me shower,” Mickey shouted through door. He clearly did not want to speak of this, but Ian refused to let it go.

“Tell me!” Ian shouted once more.

Mickey let out an annoyed groan. “Fuck off, Gallagher. Go make breakfast for something,” he said as he turned on the shower.

Ian groaned once again and then trudged his way to the kitchen. I am going to figure this out, he thought to himself. There was a cocky determination in him right now, and it means he’s going to get what he wants.

Like he was told, Ian made breakfast. When Mickey finally came out from the bathroom, his hair was still a little wet. He looked at Ian guiltily and then proceeded to get food. The expectant stare that his boyfriend was giving him was literally burning his skin.

After a few seconds of nonstop staring, Mickey had had enough. “The fuck you lookin’ at?” Mickey finally asked.

“Just trying to figure it out. I’m pretty sure it’s not Michael. Maybe Micah, maybe Miguelito,” he winked. He was purposely trying to get his boyfriend to admit it by annoying the shit out of him. “Miska-Mooska-Mickey Mouse.”

The dark haired boy choked a bit on his orange juice. “You’re kidding me right now,” he said in agitation.

“Oh I got one! Maybe you were supposed to be a girl so you were names Mickayla— oh or Michelle. McKenna?” He outwardly spoke his thoughts to irk Mickey.

“Shut up, asshole,” Mickey grumbled. “It’s not a fucking girls name.” His vexation was visible in his eyes.

Ian shook his head. Being that the plan of pestering him wasn’t working, he decided to go for the guilt trip. “Just explain to me how we have been together for twelve fucking years and I don’t know your full name. Fucking ridiculous that I don’t know something this simple! Maybe I don’t know you at all,” he shrugged.

“It’s fucking embarrassing, Ian!” Mickey shouted.

“It’s just a name! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” He put his hand together and pleaded.

Mickey’s face was softening but it was still full of embarrassment. He anxiously put his head in his hands. “Ian—”

If nothing was going to work, Ian knew what he needed to do— threaten. “I won’t blow you for a week if you don’t tell me,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fuck you!” Mickey said without any seriousness. “Fucking fine though,” he shook his head. “Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich,” he mumbled.

“What was that?” Ian asked.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me say it again, dickhead,” he spat.

Ian nodded and inched himself closer to his boyfriend. “Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich. It’s beautiful,” he said in a starstruck voice. He was definitely not lying, it truly was the most beautiful name that he had ever heard.

“Fuck off,” Mickey shook his head. “No it’s not.”

Ian placed a sweet kiss on Mickey’s cheek. “So fuckin’ beautiful. I love it,” he said in sincerity. “And I love you, so something as simple as your name shouldn’t be enough to make you so embarrassed in front of me.”

The dark haired boy nodded because he knew Ian was right, it’s just no one else other than his family knows his full name— but Ian is his family. A slight grin plastered across his face. “I love you too.”

Reasons why tumblr should calm the fuck down about Le Fou being gay 

1. Luke Evans, Bill Condon, and Ian McKellen are all openly gay men. They were all very influential in the creation of the movie and character profiles (and given how respected Ian is, they will do what they can to make him happy) so you know they won’t resort to 90s stereotypes

2.The articles have at least stated that Le Fou will get a (probably redemption style) arc to himself where he comes to terms with his identity and goes through legitimate character development. While we do not know what will happen, we can at least be sure that he won’t just be a walking stereotype with three scenes and four homophobic jokes.

3. Did you REALLY think that Disney would go all out with an LGBT character? People freaked out over Gravity Falls and Star vs the Forces of Evil. You can’t just jump from that to something like a lesbian Belle.

4, We haven’t heard anything about Cogsworth and Lumiere. Yeah Lumiere is hitting on the maid, but who knows?

5. This movie will be shown in openly homophobic countries. They know that they have to ease people into this sort of thing.

6. A business is a business. Don’t expect them to make every character gay just to appeal to tumblr. These people need to make money, and they know that they will lose a certain amount either way by giving Le Fou screentime and an arc. 

7. Many people have had experiences of unrequited love and abusive relationships-gay or straight. The articles at least implied that Le Fou will have a happy ending, so why do you care if part of that involves getting over an unrequited crush and shitty relationship? As long as they do it well (*cough cough* OUAT) and believably, I’m all for it.

8. It is much better for them to use a well-known character and have them come out in the movie than create a side, one note character just for pandering purposes. They are giving Le Fou an arc. I would be much happier with a well developed, morally ambiguous gay character than a side character in a random town scene.

9. A lot of conservatives and people from the more homophobic areas will boycott the movie because of this, and that will hurt sales. If people boycott the movie because of one character that doesn’t fit their moral standards, the movie will suffer and Disney will immediately (and rightly so) root out Le Fou as the cause of it. You will end up setting this shit backwards.

10. Not every queer character needs to be attractive or in a position of power. It is important to display a variety of characters who happen to be queer.

Now, I am still skeptical of all of this myself. I hope that they give Le Fou some more characteristics outside of his love for Gaston and sexual confusion. But it is way too early for people to be freaking out like this over the movie.

Beauty and the Beast was the movie that defined my childhood, as well as that of many other kids. And now, a new generation of kids will be introduced to Belle’s world and see different kinds of outcasts fall in love. The story at its core, is beautiful in so many ways. It makes me very sad to know that many people find so much offense in one gay character that they would boycott what otherwise looks to be a visually stunning, intelligently updated remake of my all-time favourite Disney movie.

Just give it a chance. Nobody really knows any details about it. For the next two weeks, this is still all just speculation. 


And now…I humbly await your threats. Feel free to unfollow me at any time!

(in all seriousness though, I would be more than happy to debate this subject in a cordial manner. just message me with your thoughts!)

So I’ve been thinking about that stupid tattoo…

Originally posted by myemptymind


Yeah, that one… and can’t help but believe Mickey would absolutely get that covered up ASAP. I think it would still be a dedication to Ian though. What do you guys think he’d get?

Sleepy Mickey

Summary: When Mickey’s tired he blabbers about his feelings, and doesn’t remember what he said the next morning.

Word Count: 1301

Notes: This was so cute!!!


Mickey was falling asleep on Ian’s shoulder as all the Gallaghers were watching television in the living room. “Hey,” Ian poked at him. “You tired?” The sound of his voices made all the other look at the pair.

Mickey nodded. “Yes. Come up to bed with me,” he said sweetly. It made the other Gallaghers smile, hearing him so innocent.

Ian smirked. “Go on up. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He kissed his boyfriend’s hair and started to give him a leeway to stand up, but Mickey wasn’t having it.

He grabbed Ian’s waist tighter. “No. Can’t sleep without you. Need you to fucking hold me for me to sleep, you know that. I only sleep when I’m fucking koala bearing you and you’re playing with my hair.”

Fiona had to put a hand to her mouth, she was so shocked. So was everyone else, with wide eyes and dropped jaws. They didn’t think it was possible for a Milkovich to be so soft. They also didn’t know if this was new, but from Ian’s facial expression, he’s seen it all before.

“Alright, we’ll go up in a little bit,” Ian said to his sleepy boyfriend.

“You’re too good,” Mickey mumbled, “way too fuckin’ good to me,” his eyes were shut as he nuzzled his head into Ian’s neck.

The Gallaghers all looked from Mickey to Ian with sad eyes, but Ian seemed to know just what to do. “Shut the fuck up, Mick. You got the roles reversed there,” he chuckled. “I love you, y’know?”

Mickey smiled. “I love you too.”

“What do you love about him?” Debbie pitched in. Out of all their years together, the Gallagher clan had only heard the two boys profess their love for each other a few times.

“Well because he’s fucking nice to me, for one. He’s the only person who would doesn’t only see me as a piece of Southside trash. He always fights for us, that’s nice. He’s really fucking hot too. I mean, Jesus Christ, have you looked at the boy? He looks like a fucking ginger god. Oh, and what he can do with that dick—”

“Okay, Mick,” Ian laughed, cutting him off from his next words. His family did not have to hear about his dick. He sloppily kissed Mickey’s head once again, knowing that that always seemed to calm and silence him.

Lip chuckled. “You really don’t like any other human being on this earth besides Ian, do you?”

“Hmm,” Mickey’s voice sounded like it was drifting away. “I like Liam, he’s my favorite. Carl’s a nut, but he’s cool too, and Debs reminds me of Ian, so I like her. Fiona’s like the older sister I never had, so I can deal. You though, Phillip, you suck,” he shrugged. He was so out of it he barely felt Ian chuckle. “You guys are my family though, so,” he started once again but lost in through his exhaustion.

Ian watched his siblings. He had to hold back his chuckle at their amazed faces. It’s totally clear they’ve never seen him so outward with his thoughts, it’s definitely not a first for Ian though.

Mickey shifted a little, making Ian turn his gaze back to him. “Ready to go up?”

“Mhm,” the tired boy mumbled. He got up with the help of Ian, and they headed to the stairs. All of his body weight was on the redhead, he clearly had no clue what was going on. “Can you make me banana pancakes in the morning? You’re the best cook ever.”

Ian nodded and led him up to the bedroom. “Yeah, Mick, I will.” Before going out of sight, he turned to his siblings. “Nights, guys.”

The two boys were then out of vision for the Gallaghers. “Wow,” is all Debbie said.

With wide eyes, Carl snorted. “What the hell was that?”

* * *

In the morning, Ian woke up first. He unlatched himself from his boyfriend and got dressed to go downstairs to make the breakfast he promised Mickey. Before leaving his room, he gave one last loving glancing at Mickey.

The left the room and trudged down the stairs. When he got in the kitchen, he was met with his family all staring at him. Their eyes started to crinkle into a laughed so he waved his hands. “Okay, okay. What?” He asked as he maneuvered around the kitchen.

“What was up with Mickey last night?” Fiona asked, and everyone else gave him the same wondering look.

Ian shrugged and grinned. “He was really tired. When he gets like that he just spouts off, like his mouth is finally speaking all the shit that’s in the crowded brain of his,” he informed them.

“It was funny as fuck, man,” Lip laughed and poured some coffee in a few cups. Once he was finished he realized that he poured just enough for his siblings, and then left one next to the pot for Mickey. How the hell did he get so settled into our life?

“He doesn’t even remember what he said the next morning.” Ian shook his head and started finishing up a few pancakes. His heart was welling at all the things Mickey said though; he was so fucking cute.

Debbie couldn’t believe that. He seemed well aware of his actions, to her at least. “Seriously?”

“That can’t be true,” Carl protested as well.

Then Mickey all of a sudden came walking down the stairs in just his boxers and a t-shirt. Like usual, he didn’t even look at anyone besides Ian. Surprisingly though, he did scrunch Liam’s hair when he walked past him. “Hey,” Mickey said as he saw what was on the stovetop. “You’re making banana pancakes.”

Ian chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. “Yep. Almost done.”

Mickey went to go pour himself a cup of coffee, and smirked when the cup was already out for him. He’s really part of their routine now, and he knows it. He looked up to see all the Gallagher siblings staring at him. “The fuck are you looking at?”

Fiona chuckled and grabbed at Lip’s arm. “Have you ever looked at Ian? He’s the fucking ginger god,” she mocked.

“I can only sleep when I’m koala bearing my seven foot tall boyfriend,” Lip teased just as Fiona did. “And you were talking about his dick! I mean, what the fuck?” He cackled.

Mickey raised his eyebrows in a horrified manner. He truly had no clue what they were alluding to though. He turned to Ian in hopes for an explanation. “What the fuck is going on?”

“You were falling asleep last night on the couch,” Ian shrugged guiltily.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Mickey shook his head. Ian’s told him of how he blabbers when he’s tired, and he would never want to do that around anyone other than Ian. “I didn’t say anything else, did I?”

Liam was laughing. “Love, love, love!”

Debbie nodded at her youngest brother. “You love Ian a lot,” she winked. “But you pretty much said you love all of us because we’re your family.”

“You guys fucking suck,” Mickey said as he prepared for more teasing.

Fiona got up to put some of the freshly made pancakes on her plate. “We are your fucking family, so get used to this shit.” She kissed his cheek, knowing that it’d make him uncomfortable, but not caring. “Now eat the banana pancakes that you made the greatest cook in the world make you.”

Mickey rolled his eyes and looked at his boyfriend. Just then Ian wrapped his arm around Mickey’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I love my sleepy Mickey.”

“You fucking better,” Mickey pecked him on the lips and the grabbed a pancake. He took a big bite of it. “They’re good fucking pancakes.”

Your safe now//Ian Gallagher

Request: Yeah! Can you do one where the oc is Ian’s twin sister & it’s back in season 3 when they all get taken from the house. she gets separated from ian & she’s put in a really bad home where she gets hit & when they are reunited again he’s really protective & its all cute & stuff?😂 sorry if its not the usual types of requests you get.

Warnings: abuse, swearing, self-harm

Word count: 1520

A/N: I didn’t watch every episode of shameless so i’m kind of behind and lost. I watched little clips of season 3 when the kids got taken away so most of this is based off of what I think happened.
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(Y/N)’s p.o.v

“yo carl, pass the soda” I hollered.

“sure thing”

carl picked up the 20 liter and handed it over. i opened it and started chugging it from the bottle not bothering to pour it into a cup.

out of the corner of my eye i saw ian scowling at me.

“what?” i questions while whipping my lips with the sleeve of my shirt.

“you’re gross” he said. i only smiled.

“love ya too twin”

ian rolled his eyes but chucked.

knock knock

everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door.

knock knock

there it was again. i slowly stood and walked towards the door. i opened it and saw this women standing at the door wearing dress pants and a blouse.

“umm, may i help you?” I questioned.

“are your parents home?” The lady questioned.

“oh- u-um yeah?”

“who’s at the door (y/n)”

“i don’t know”

“may i please come in?”

i gave the lady a look but moved aside anyway. she smiled and walked in past me.

“may I please seek to Monica Gallagher?”

i scoffed at the mention of Monica “she doesn’t live here” Fiona said stepping in.

“Oh. Then who’s watching all her kids?”

“That would be me” Fiona replied again.

“Do you have legal rights?”

ian and I shared a look, know where this was going.

“Umm no, moni-”

“Well if you don’t have legal right of the children DCF has the right to place them into foster care”

“WHAT?” Debbie screeched.

“You can’t do that!” Ian bellowed.

“I’m sorry but, it’s how it works, now if you all please follow me to the car so we can get you arranged into your new your home”

I stared at her baffled. She was going to separate us.

“NO! I’m not leaving” I said seethed.

“You don’t have a choice, now don’t be stubborn let’s go”

The lady then had the audacity to put her hands on me and push me out the door.

“Get your dirty ass hands off of me bitch!” I heard ian laugh at me.

I didn’t. I was then pushed in a car along with the rest of my siblings.

“What the fuck is happening?” Carl asked.

I rolled my eyes “we’re being placed in a foster home, no more Fiona, no more Monica, and no more frank”

“Oh” was all he said. I sighed and placed my head Ian’s head, he was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.

“We’ll be ok” he mumbled while kissing my forehead.

“I hope so” I mumbled.

We all stayed silent until we reached our new home.

The lady came and opened the back door. Ian was about to step out when she stopped him and said.

“Only one person, your all getting split up into different homes”

“WHAT!” I screeched.

“I’m not leaving my siblings!” I continued, standing my ground.

“You don’t have a choice, lets go. Now!”

“You can’t make me” I argued.

It was obvious I had pissed her off but I didn’t expect her to yank me out of my seat.

“I have been nothing but nice, the least you could do is be cooperative!”

“Cooperative? You do know I’m a Gallagher right? Being cooperative isn’t in my dictionary”

I heard everyone trying to stifle their laugh.

“That’s it!”

She then started pushing me to words the beat down house. I started thrashing my legs refusing to go.

“Let me to you creep!”

The more I thrashed the easier it made for the witch to pull me towards the house. When we made it to the doorstep she knocked on the door and it was soon opened wide.

A woman wearing a boat load of makeup obnoxiously smacked her gun and pulled down her dress-heck, if you even could call it a dress.

“Hey Maddison!” The stank said

I rolled my eyes “hello Lori, this is (y/n) Gallagher the child who you will be watching until she gets put in the system and gets adopted”

I blew my hair out of my face and yanked Maddison’s arms off of me.

“Yeah whatever” I mumbled.

“I’m not going in there without my brother so try as you may just know I’m not leaving”

Maddison didn’t even get a chance to respond. Lori pulled me in he house and slammed the door.

“WHAT THE HELL BITCH! LET ME GO!” I yelled out of shock.

“I am you mother! You will not speak to me that way” Lori said.

“Fuck off”

“THAT’S IT”

smack

My hand came up to my cheek as I rubbed the place Lori had slapped. I was in a dazed state to even pay attention to what she was saying.

I soon felt another hit. But this time, to the nose. I held my nose and squeezed it to prevent it from bleeding anymore. I then doubled over in pain when i felt pain in my lower abdomen.

I fell to the floor curling up on a ball while Lori threw throws allover my body.

“Now as I said before you will go in the kitchen and make me dinner, I’m leaving. But by the time I get home dinner better be hot and ready and the house must be clean understood?”

I nodded “yes ma’m”

I walked to the kitchen and started off by cleaning the table and floor. I heard the door slam meaning that Lori had left.

I wiped my tears and looked for some things to make dinner. I had never cooked a meal in my life, but hey. There’s a first time for everything.

I found some spaghetti. So I cooked some and cut up some onions tomatoes and garlic and mixed it in.

It didn’t look as good as I wanted it to be. But oh well.

I set up he table and placed he food on plates and filled up a glass with water.

I then went around the house picked up things and sweeping.

By the time I was done I was too tired to function so I fell asleep on the couch.

——

It’s been three weeks and everyday Lori would wake me up at three and have me clean the whole house and make her food.

She then leaves and leaves a long list of things for me to do. When she does come home it’s usually With a guy. They fuck all night and I never get any sleep.

Today was the day I was going to court. To either finalize Lori being my mom or moving back in with Fiona and my siblings.

I was praying to God- a thing I never do. That Fiona had a good case, and lawyer.

I put on a oversized sweater and shorts. I then let my hair down to cover some of the bruises that were on my neck.

I laced up my shoes and walked out the car and to the door and waited for Lori.

When she came we got in and she told me to tell the judge that I was happy with her and that everything was fine.

But I had other intentions.

We soon arrived at the court house and I rushed in, excited to see my siblings, especially Ian considering he was my twin.

I opened the doors and ran over to my family. I enveloped Ian in a huge hug.

“Why are you wearing a sweater? It’s like 68 degrees out” Ian asked.

I gulped. “I’m… sick?”

He only rolled his eyes, “don’t lie to me”

I sighed and pushed my hair back only to end up regretting it.

“Are those bruises?!” Ian asked being in his hands up to rub over them. I flinched, some of them were new and still hurt.

“Who he fuck did this!?”

“No one ian” I whimpered.

“(y/n)” he warned.

I sighed “it was Lori, she’s been abusing me for the past weeks and here’s nothing I can do about it” I said on the verge of tears.

He sighed and pulled me in a hug resting his chin on my head.

“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again, I promise”

He mumbled into my head while kissing the top.

And she that’s what he did, he kept his promise. He never let anyone hurt me again.

Fiona won and we all ho to go back home and ian and grew stronger.

Lights Will Guide You Home

“…and ignite your bones”

Ian wakes up on morning, distraught over leaving Mickey, to find a stranger by his bed. Or was he a stranger at all?

Ian walks home from work filled with exhaustion in so many ways. The journey almost pitch black from the shitty street lights not working. He opens the door, the light from inside killing his eyes, and finds Lip and Fiona drinking on the couch.  

“Hey, man,” Lip greets him. “Wanna join?”

Ian offers a fake smile to his siblings. Not having a genuine since…  He things Since you broke up with the man you loved and did nothing as he got chased away with your gun toting half-sister…or was she your cousin. Who the fuck knows. It’s not like your siblings pay enough attention to you to realize your smile isn’t real.

“Nah,” Ian says. “Had a long day. Think I’ll just go to bed.”

“Aww,” Fiona groans, she already seems to be drunk. Drunk Fiona was always a lot of fun. Ian thinks before he shrugs lightly still smiling and heads to the stairs.

Ian’s face drops as soon as he’s out of sight. He gets to his bedroom, Lip’s old one, and starts taking off his clothes.

He sits on the edge and sighs. Another day end, another failed relationship that couldn’t fill the void that was left by-

Ian can’t say his name. Doesn’t want to. It’s left at the back of his throat and he swallows it down hard.

He lays his head on the pillow and welcomes the dreams that will let him escape this reality, at least for a little while.

 

The morning comes too quickly, the night was filled with tossing and turning and Ian wakes up as he usually does…still tired. His mind is full of regret, guilt, and whatever the hell else kept him up at night and haunted him in his slumber. He rubs his eyes, his body acting hungover despite him not having a drink last night. This is typical until he gets some caffeine in him. Though not even caffeine could hide the disgust and general hatred for himself he felt whenever he thought about…him… Mickey. He lets him think of his name. The man he loved and left again and again. He tried to bury everything he felt with man-hopping and his new job but it didn’t work and Ian knew it.

The bright sun blinds him as Ian looks towards the opened window.

He sighs and turns over to his side and notices a large lump by him on the bed. At first he thinks it’s a pillow but quickly realizes it’s a person. He quickly shifts all the way to the other side of the bed. It’s probably someone Frank let in for some cash or drugs. Won’t be the first time.

Ian leans back and extends his leg slowly pushing the person further and further off the bed until they get close enough to the edge and Ian kicks them off as forceful as he can.

A loud thump is heard and a groan soon after. Ian quickly jumps off the bed and grabs the bat he always has by his bed.

“Well that’s one fucking way to wake up.” The person says. It’s mumbled enough that Ian can’t quite make out if he knows them or not.

He comes over to the side of the bed the person fell out, his grip on the bat tightening. He can see now it’s a man though most of his body is still covered by the sheets that fell with him.

Ian holds up the bat higher and is about to shout at the man when the man’s arm escape his cover prison to rub his head and Ian sees his hand.

The bat slips out of Ian’s fingers and crashes down on the floor making a worse noise then the body that hit it a few minutes ago.

It can’t be he thinks but he sees it clearly.

 

U-UP

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