ian-harvie

  • Me: I'm in love....aye, I'm in love
  • Best friend: Ugh, no not again. How many times do I need to tell you that falling in love with a fictional character or a celeb is not going to improve your dating status.
  • Get a grip.
  • There are so many dateable guys around you.
  • ME: Does any of them have a pen that can turn into a sword?
  • BF: no
  • Me: Does any of them intentionally burn good bread, gets hit by his mother and pretend throw it away so that the girl he likes can eat it?
  • BF: no
  • Me: Does any of them throw knives at the person who they like?
  • BF: what?
  • Me: Will any of them go to Japan and become super successful so that he can make himself worthy of the girl he likes?
  • BF: ummmm
  • Me: Will anyone of them do anything that the guys of The Mortal Instruments did for their loves?
  • BF: I haven't read...
  • Me: Do you want me to continue with my never ending list?
  • BF: UMmmm
  • ME: Yeah I THOUGHT SO. AND YOU TELL ME TO DATE MUNDANES?
Carl’s Helpers

Summary: Carl realizes he likes Molly and asks Ian and Mickey for advice. 

Word Count: 991

Notes: Once again to the anon who requested this, I’m so sorry this took so long for me to post!


All Carl ever does is think about Molly Milkovich. When he wakes up, she’s the first thing on his mind. When he goes to sleep, she’s the last thing on his mind as well. Throughout the day he daydreams about what it’d be like if they were together— in all honesty, she is all he wants. He thinks she’s the most perfect girl in the Southside.

After a couple weeks of trying to deal with his secret crush on Molly on his own, he realizes he needs some advice. Being that Molly truly is a guy who was forced into being a girl from her meth head mother, he figures it’d be smart to ask either Ian or Mickey. He waits until he can find them alone, because he does not want Fiona, Lip, or Debbie getting involved— they’d embarrass the shit out of him.

One morning as he walks down the stairs he hears the boy’s talking. “Mickey, stop worrying so much. I don’t do anything with those pervs at the club, I save it all for you,” Carl can hear the smirk in Ian’s voice. He knows the two of them are alone because Mickey would never be involved in a conversation like this with people around to hear it.

“How do I know that’s fucking true or not, huh?” Mickey shoots back.

Ian snorts. “You threaten ever guy who even comes near me. You’re with me every second of me working there,” he steps closer to the Milkovich. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Fine,” Carl hears Mickey say. It’s beneficial that their relationship has been through so much shit because they know how to deal with some fucked up situations, which is the type of advice Carl needs.

When he hears silence, he makes his way farther down the stairs. The two boys are grinding up against each other with their lips tightly connected. “Yo!” Carl yells out to make them separate

“The fuck, Gallagher?” Mickey throws a paper towel roll at the younger Gallagher boy.

Carl snorts. His face then becomes very serious and focused. “I need help.”

Ian tenses and his face immediately becomes worried. Mickey’s face settles with an extremely protective expression. “With?” Ian raises his eyebrows.

“Ummm,” he pauses. “I need advice with girl stuff.” When the words come out of Carl’s mouth, a smirk plastered onto his older brothers face.

Mickey laughs. “You do know we’re fags, right?” Ian chuckles at his boyfriend’s choice of words.

“That’s the thing,” he prepares himself to speak. “I like Molly.” He looks down in embarrassment. The only time he’s ever needed help with something that involves a girl was when he was looking for a condom.

“Molly has a dick,” Mickey states the obvious. They’ve known this since they took her in a few years ago.

Carl rolls his eyes. “I fucking know she has a dick. That’s why I’m asking for your advice.” He shrugs.

“Do you care?” Ian asks.

“Care about what?” Carl shakes his head.

“That she has a fucking dick!” Ian laughs. He’s making light of the situation because he sees how stressed out his younger brother is.

Carl shakes his head once again. “I don’t think so. I’ve liked guys before, but I just never did anything about it,” he informs them. “I really like her,” he holds back a grin.

“Then go for it,” Ian pats him on the back. “Ask her out.” He says as if there is no obstacles to holding a relationship with the youngest Milkovich.

“Ian–” Carl says frustratedly. “Did you care that you were gay? Or did you just accept it?”

Mickey snorts at the question. Ian gives his boyfriend a glare that tells him to shut up. “No, I didn’t care,” he states matter of factory.

“I fuckin’ cared,” Mickey tells him. “I did everything I could to get away from Ian, and to try to get him to hate me. Nothing fucking worked. He’s a persistent motherfucker,” he chuckled at himself. “Plus, everyone around her thinks Molly’s a girl– other than us– so you don’t have much to worry about.”

Ian smiles at Mickey. He then turns back to Carl. “You know this doesn’t make you specifically gay, right?”

“What do you mean?” Carl head is filled with confusion.

“Well you said you’ve liked  guys and girls,” he says in a questionative tone to make sure he’s understanding everything correctly. Carl nods. “Then you’re bisexual– I think. Wait, maybe pansexual— nevermind I don’t even remember what that means. I’m still tryna get all this stuff down,” he raises his eyebrows.

Carl thinks about it and nods. “Ya know what, it doesn’t fucking matter what it’s called. Anyway it’s not like unheard of to like girls and guys?”

“No, bud,” Ian ruffles Carl’s hair. “Just make sure you really do like Molly because if you hurt her Mickey and I will have to come after you,” he jokes.

Carl nods. “I do really like her. She means alot to me, I promise.” A smile creeps onto his face. Finally he feels like everything’s going to work out.

Suddenly Molly comes trudging down the stairs. “Mornin’,” she says groggily. It’s clear she has just woken up, but Carl still thinks she’s the most beautiful human being alive.

The younger Gallagher boy decides that if his doesn’t take the chance now, he might never have to guts to do it. “Molly,” he says seriously to mask his nervousness. “Will you go on a date with me?”

A huge smile fell on Molly’s face. “Hell yes!” She wrapped her arms around him. “Took you long enough to ask,” she snorted.

“Holy shit,” Ian gasped.

“Wish it would’ve been that fucking easy for us,” Mickey snickers before taking a sip of his coffee. Those too boy’s had a long and tough road to get to where they are now, but they wouldn’t trade it for anything.