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.


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.

Red's Big Bad Wolf//Derek Hale

(A/N): At a Halloween party, reader gets a little clumsy…


“Would you stop looking so brooding all the time dammit,” you sighed playfully, buttoning the last of Derek’s ripped flannel. He rolled his eyes towards you, slumping his shoulders lazily.

“Who even has a costume party in the middle of July?” Derek huffed, adjusting the fake werewolf hood on his head. One of the furry grey ears flipped over, making you giggle and Derek’s frown deepen.

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anonymous asked:

Gardner walks into their shared room with a musing look on his face, when Mickey and Howahkan notice that he was there they begin to try and grab his attention, he goes up to Lizzy, his hand fiddling with something in his pant pocket.

Lizzy was trying to solve a puzzle on her ipod when he came in. She looked up and smiled. “Hey, what’s up?”

YA ne znal

So I have been working on this for quite some time. I finally finished it and am ready to post it. I hope you like it! Enjoy.

YA ne znal

Chapter 1

Sunday May 19th

It had been two years since they won. They are newly married. Things have finally slowed down. They found a house and had moved in a month and a half ago. They loved their house. It had an open floor plan with a large kitchen that Maks made many wonderful meals in. It had a office on the main floor that was closed off. Upstairs there are 4 bedrooms and the master bedroom.Each bedroom has a bathroom attached. At first they thought the house was too big because it was just the two of them but they fell in love with it and had to get it.

Meryl and Maks are enjoying a Sunday at home. They have been spending their free time at home because Meryl is pregnant but only their close family and friends know. They want to wait until they knew what they are having to announce it.

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remember when ian gallagher’s and mickey milkovich’s whole worlds fell apart with two words (“hello, boys”)? remember when mickey and ian’s little bubble burst and their perfect summer came to an end without any waring what so ever? remember when mickey was so scared of his father as well as so scared of his feelings for ian that the only thing he could think to do was murder someone? remember when ian tried to warn frank not because he cared about frank but because he didn’t want mickey to get in trouble? remember when mickey found out and felt betrayed (why would ian choose frank over him? why doesn’t ian understand what terry would do if he found out)? remember the look on ian’s face when mickey leaves him once again? remember the look on mickey’s face when he realizes he can’t choose between terry or ian so instead he chooses a third option? remember 208?

some random 4.12 coda (ianmickey - 1112 words - ao3)

Mickey stood in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the cold metal of the door hinge, and tried not to cry.

(Mickey wasn’t supposed to cry. He wasn’t supposed to do a lot of things, but then Ian crashed his way into Mickey’s life, and Mickey broke all his rules.)

He still wasn’t quite processing it, Fiona’s words rattling around in his skull, a wrecking ball of confusion and fear, destroying everything in its path. He didn’t understand, but at least the Gallaghers did (thank God), so that was something. 

Debbie emerged from the bedroom, her face gloomy, and Mickey ran a hand over his hair, nervously. She had been trying to get Ian to eat some pancakes, to eat something, anything, but he wasn’t having any of it. 

She took one look at Mickey and her face softened, compassion and kindness rolling over her features like waves on a beach, erasing any hints of her own sadness. Mickey hated being looked at like that, Ian looked at him like that, sometimes, and it made his heart beat faster in his chest and made him hope for things he could never have. 

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This pic inspired me to write out how I would love for this scene to go.


“10, 20, 30, 40…” Mickey trailed off, counting half in his head and half not as he passed his bills from one hand to the other. Liam was fixed into his highchair, guzzling his Tang, staring at the only other person in the room.

“Who you?” The child asked bluntly, a curious look on his face.

Mickey paused what he was doing and looked up. “Uh… Mickey.”

“Mouse?!” Liam’s eyes were now wider than his cherub face as he thought now he might’ve met one of his heroes.

“Wh- No. Do I look like a fuckin’ mouse to you?”

“It’s da Mickey Mouse Clubhouse! Come inside da deh deh dih…” Liam sang, dancing in his chair.

Mickey made an annoyed face, furrowing his brows, just looking utterly disturbed. “Shut up.”

Liam stopped. “Seewup.”


“Seewup! Seewup!” Liam screeched, pointing towards the bottle of syrup on the table.

“You already have some.”


“Alright! Jesus, fuck!!” Mickey grabbed the bottle harshly and drizzled some sugary goop on the kid’s pancake. “There. There’s your fuckin’ syrup.”

Liam began tearing off pieces of his pancake and munching on them. “Thankoo.”


‘yes but consider your fav ship T A K I N G S E L F I E S’ [x] (ianmickey - 1055 words - ao3)

Debbie and Mickey were huddled together on the living room sofa when Ian got home and they made some weird flailing motions before staring up at Ian in unison, matching innocent looks on their faces.

“Um,” Ian said, staring at the spot where Debbie’s phone had flipped up in the air and fallen onto the couch in their haste. “Were you guys taking selfies?”

“No,” Mickey said, hurriedly.

“Yes,” Debbie squeaked.

Mickey nudged her in the ribs, glaring at the side of her head. “You weren’t supposed to tell him,” he hissed.

Debbie shrugged. “Should’ve given me the rest of that Snickers. Can’t really be expected to keep my mouth shut if I’m not properly compensated for my efforts.”

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dramaticallylame  asked:

Hey so i had this idea for a prompt where ian goes into the hospital thingy and they treat him bad and mickey finds out about it??? idk man

Had such a hard time thinking of a title but here goes lol

It’s Not Easy Being Superman

Mickey comes into the hospital. It’s his first visit in about a week. He had wanted to come a lot sooner but it took a while for them to get whatever official shit they had to do to let Mickey visit Ian by himself.

He’s escorted to the visiting room and finds Ian sitting alone at a small table, another chair seated across from him.

Mickey smiles as he walks over.

“Hey,” he says, putting his hand on the small of Ian’s back.

Ian looks up at him surprised. “Mickey?”

“Yeah,” Mickey grins wider. “I told you I was coming yesterday remember?”

Ian thinks for a moment. “Oh. Oh yeah.”

Mickey shakes his head and moves to the chair across from Ian.

 “You doing okay in here?” He asks sitting down.

“Sorry?” Ian furrows his brow. “Oh yeah, yeah. Great.” He tries to smile.

“You sure?” Mickey questions.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing just making sure. You know you can tell me if-“

“I’m fine really.”


“Sorry.” Ian says quietly. Mickey seems to not hear.

 “It’s just your eyes look a little…”

“Oh tired.” Ian says touching around his eyes, looking self-conscious. “I’m just tired. The meds they…umm make me tired.”

“Oh okay.” Mickey nods. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Ian looks down at the table between them.

“They working though?” Mickey asks.

“Hm?” Ian raises his head up.

“The meds?”

Ian breathes out “Yeah, yeah they’re good.” Ian bites his lip.

“Good. That’s good.”

 “Well what about you?” Ian rubs his eyes. “Are you good?”

“Yeah I’m good,” Mickey gives a small smile. “As good as I’m gonna be with you stuck in here.” Mickey grins trying to make light of it. 

Ian lets out a weak laugh.

“You sure you’re alright?” Mickey asks again.

“Yeah. Promise. I’m just…really tired. Sorry.”

“Sure. You want me to leave? Give you some rest.”

“What? No, no you don’t have to leave.”

“It’s alright if you’re tired I don’t want you to-“ Mickey starts to get up but Ian holds out his hand.

“No stay. Please?”

“Okay. Okay.” Mickey sits back down and eyes Ian curiously.

“So you said you’re doing ok?” Ian asks Mickey again.

“Yup. Business is good. Heat apparently brings in a lot of customers.”

“Ha yeah I bet.” Ian tries to act cheery. It doesn’t come across fully but Mickey ignores it. Must be the exhaustion.

“The crazy shit that some people ask for when they’re dying of heat stroke, man…” Mickey continues.

“Oh yeah? Like what.” Ian asks.

“Ha fuck. I dunno there was this one guy. Came in and all he requested that was extra was a bucket of ice. Charged extra of course. Heard the girls talking later about the various places he liked the cubes being put. Liked having his dick frozen apparently.”

“Ha jesuss…” Ian chuckles.

“You tellin me… I swear this one guy wanted to fuck a fan.”

“Hot as fuck out now, huh?”

“Yeah.” Mickey rolls his eyes, he always kind of hated the heat. “What they don’t let you outside here?”

“Uhm no. Not really.”

“Hmm well honestly consider yourself lucky. It’s fucking torture out there.” Mickey wipes his brow as he remembers the heat he just escaped from.

“Ha I’ll keep that in mind when I get jealous staring at people outside.” Ian jokes.

Mickey looks at him, face guilt ridden.

“Sorry.” Ian shakes his head.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Mickey says.


“You don’t need to apologize after everything.” Mickey says gently. He laughs. “You’ve been fucking apologizing to me since I walked in and you haven’t even done anything wrong.” So Mickey did notice.

“Oh…sorry.” Ian looks down at his hands.


“How’s Yevy?” Ian interrupts.


“Yevgeny. Is he doing okay?”

“Oh yeah. Yeah he’s good. Far as I know.” Mickey looks around awkwardly. “Mandy and uh Svetlana take care of him mostly.”

“Ah,” Ian looks at Mickey. “Still can’t…”

“Nah…no.” Mickey scratches the back of his head.

Ian nods understanding.

They talk some more. They talk about everything from Mandy’s new job to the stupid shit Mickey found on TV lately, leaving an unspoken knowledge that Mickey wishes Ian was there with him and misses him.

“Ah shit,” Mickey says after a while, checking his phone.

“What?” Ian sits up straight.

“Visiting time’s almost up.”

Ian’s body tenses up. “Oh okay.”

“I should get going.”

 “You have to?” Ian asks. The pace of his heartbeat quickens.

“Well I have like 5 minutes before someone comes in,” Mickey says checking his phone again. “Then what is it? Like another 3 they give me to get out?” Mickey laughs.

Ian is silent.

Mickey sighs and walks over to Ian. He puts his hand on the back of Ian’s neck. “I’ll see you later alright?”

Ian just nods.

“Ok,” Mickey leans down to kiss Ian’s cheek. “See you in a day or two?”

Ian breathes heavily and stares at his hands.

“Ian, hey.” Mickey touches Ian’s chin to move his face up. “I said I’ll see you in a few days, okay?”

“Yeah yeah. Okay. Few days?”


Ian’s eyes start watering which scares Mickey a little.


“Don’t go,” Ian let’s out.

“I- What? Ian I have to.”

“Please?” Ian’s eyes search Mickey’s face.

Mickey breathes out, okay now he was definitely freaking out. What the fuck was going on?

“Ian, I can’t stay.” Mickey tells him carefully.

Ian rubs his face and looks down again as tears drip down. One of the orderlies walks in causing Ian to jump.

“Time’s almost up,” The man says. “Five minutes.”

“Okay, thank you” Mickey yells, sarcastically, behind him.  He turns back to Ian. “Ian what is it?”

Ian looks away.

“Ian? Look I have to go.”


Mickey lifts his hand to palm Ian’s hair. “It’s going to be, okay. You know?” He waits until he hears the Orderly again.

“3 minutes.” The orderly yells.

“Yes alright.” Mickey yells at the man. To Ian, “Christ, they’re really anal about the time, huh?” Mickey laughs and pulls away. He notices Ian’s face. Something’s definitely not right.

“Jesus, Ian. Will you tell me what’s wrong?”

Ian shakes his head and picks at his hand.

“Sir?” The orderly clears his throat.

“Just give me a minute, okay?” Mickey turns to where the man was leaning against the wall and kneels down.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? It’s really fucking freaking me out, man.” Mickey tries to look into Ian’s eyes.

Ian won’t answer and continues to stare down at his hands.

“Ian!” Mickey grabs Ian’s hand so he’ll look at him.

Ian winces and Mickey looks down at Ian’s hand. It’s wrapped in a makeshift bandage with what looked like torn sheets. “The fuck?” Mickey says. He inspects Ian’s hand. “What is? Did you do this?”

“I wrapped it.”

“You wrapped- How’d you hurt it?”

Ian avoids Mickey’s gaze as much as he can.

“Ian!” Mickey says more forcefully but not too aggressive. “How’d you hurt your hand?’

Ian wipes his eye with his free hand. “Wasn’t good.”


“I didn’t want to take it. It made my mind…” Ian shakes his head.

“Take what? What does that have to do with- Ian?”

“Don’t take pills you get punished.”


“Time’s up, sir.”

Mickey ignores the man. “Ian did they do this to you?”

Ian looks directly into Mickey’s eyes and that’s the only answer Mickey needs.

“Fuck,” He says quietly. “Fuck!” He says again, frustrated, letting go of Ian’s hand to rub his forehead. What was he supposed to do?


“Hey go fuck yourself,” Mickey yells at the man.

“Look at me,” Mickey says to Ian. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay? Alright?”

Ian covers his eyes with his forearm, trying to control his tears. Mickey kisses Ian’s forehead as he stands himself up. He grabs Ian and pulls him in to him. Ian wraps a weak arm around Mickey’s waist and Mickey smoothes his hair, as Ian rests his head on Mickey’s lower chest.

“Okay. It’s okay. I’m gonna get you out of this.” He says, continuing to comfort Ian by rubbing the back of his neck and head.

The orderly starts walking over to them, visibly angry.

“Alright fuck off, Rocky.” The man stops moving towards them and rolls his eyes waiting once again.

“I gotta go, ok. Hang in there, alright. I’m getting you out I promise.” Mickey would’ve swore to God but he’s not sure he believes in any higher fucking power, plus he always keeps his promises. Or tries his best to. He kisses Ian again and let’s his hands linger as he walks away from the redhead. He tries not to look back, the pain of having to leave Ian in this place was too hard for Mickey to handle. He walks out of the doors and looks back just in time to see the Orderly lift Ian by the arm and escort him back to his room.


Mickey stays up all night worrying out of his goddamed mind about Ian but determined to get him out of that shithole. What the fuck kind of place does that to someone in need?

Sure enough a few days later Ian was being transferred to a nicer facility (with a shortened mandatory stay). Mickey was also allowed longer visiting hours and they were allowed surprise visits just in case.

When Mickey visits Ian for the first time since his transfer there is definitely a dramatic change from the last time he saw him at the other place. Ian looks well rested, healthy, and as happy as he could be when still being forced to stay at some type of psychiatric facility.

A large wave of relief washes over Mickey when he sees Ian’s genuine smile once again. He never realized how terrifying his fake smile had been until he saw his real one.

After their hello and Mickey taking a seat next to him Ian turns to the dark haired boy.

“Thank you,” he says holding his, now professionally bandaged, hand out.

“Ah…” Mickey brushes Ian’s thanks aside and bashfully takes Ian’s hand in his. “Did what I had to,” he says.

“You’re like Superman sometimes, man, you know?”

Mickey looks down, smiling. “Guess that makes you Lois Lane then?” He laughs.

“Shut up.” Ian says laughing as well. He breathes in turning serious again. “You know I’d do the same for you …if…”

“Yeah I know.” Mickey opens and closes his mouth about to say something. Then sighs deciding to admit anyway. “You kind of already have in a lot of ways.”

“Really?” Ian asks.

“Yeah,” Mickey nods then grins. “Just let me call you my Batman.”


“Iron Man?”

“Not so much.”

“Thor,” Mickey says doubtingly.

“Mickey…” Ian looks at him in an are you fucking serious kind of way.

“Ahhh,” Mickey realizes. “Captain America.”

Ian laughs. “That works.”

“Okay, Captain America.” Mickey smiles, playfully.

They look at each other and sit there in comfortable silence with one another, a sense of peace and hope washing over them. 

I've Had My Fun - Part 2 - Chocowate Chips

Part 1

Sometimes Mickey would crawl up into bed with Ian in the mornings. Ian would tap him on the chest and tell him the boys were already out of the room and that the coast was clear. Mickey knew that the Gallagher clan was already aware of he and Ian’s relationship, but it still skeeved him out to cuddle with the guy if others were in the room.

“Hey… hey…” Ian whispered , rubbing Mickey’s chest to wake him. Mickey stirred and his eyes slid open, curling a hand over Ian’s. “Get up here,” he said sweetly. Mickey looked around to see if anyone was around. “Don’t worry, it’s cool.” Mickey lifted himself tiredly and crawled into Ian’s embrace within his warm sheets. He laid on his back as Ian snuggled in, resting his head on the older boy’s chest and wrapping his arm around his waist. He gave his skin a kiss and Mickey bent his arm to stroke the red locks of hair draped over his collarbone.

About an hour after they’d fallen asleep like this, Mickey awoke to a set of little fingers flicking his cheek. His eyes blinked open and he saw a wide eyed little Liam standing next to the bed, holding a stuffed dinosaur, looking curious.

“Uh… hey.” Mickey made an awkward face; he hadn’t the slightest clue of how to act around a child.

“Hi, Mickey Mouse!” Liam yelled, waking Ian.

“Hey, buddy.” Ian reached his hand from Mickey’s chest to scratch at Liam’s tummy, making him giggle. The redhead leaned down and pressed his forehead against his brother’s, both of them making scrunched up faces. “I think I heard Lip say he’d make you pancakes this morning.”

Liam pulled away, elated. “Wiff chocowate chips?!”

“Of course,” Ian replied with feigned sternness as tho it should be obvious.


“Go on, go tell Lip to get movin’ on those pancakes,” Ian shooed him off.

Liam ran out of the room, screaming, “Wip! Pancake time! Chocowate chips! Now!”

Ian laughed as he settled back into Mickey’s arms. “Works every time.”

“Shit,” Mickey groaned. “Speaking of work…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Ian groaned about his own job.

“What? Thought you liked shakin’ your junk in those old queens’ faces…” Mickey raised an eyebrow and gave a shit eating grin which Ian returned with a twisted face like he was sick.

“I think that was just the drugs thinking for me.” Ian got a sad, almost worried look on his face.

Mickey searched his face. “What?”

“I dunno. Now that I quit that shit, I just see how fuckin’… barbaric it is there. Like the last week or so, every night that I work…” Ian paused and closed his eyes.

Mickey lifted Ian’s chin to look at him. “What?”

Ian shrugged. “It’s like all those guys look at me with ‘rape-vision.’” Ian looked away, ashamed of himself. He knew there was nothing wrong with stripping or anything, but he also knew it just wasn’t for him.

“Hey,” Mickey said seriously, making Ian look at him again. “If any of those guys even look at you like they actually might mess with you, tell me. I’ll kill em.” Ian knew his lover was serious and it made him feel safer and like he wasn’t crazy. He snuggled back into Mickey’s touch.

“Mmm, my badass boyfriend gonna defend my honor?” He was nervous as to how Mickey would react to him using that term.

Mickey snorted, kissing Ian’s hair. “Gotta defend somethin,’ right?”


They came downstairs a round of sex later to hear a pissed off Carl yelling at Lip. “This isn’t fair!”

“What? Cause I’m not gonna let your new little girlfriend live with us? Christ, Carl, get your head on straight.” Lip put Liam in his highchair and snapped his little tabletop in place.

“She’s not some little girlfriend, douchebag. I love Bonnie and she loves me.”

“Why the fuck does she wanna live here, anyway?” Lip made Liam a sippy cup of tang and put a pancake on a plate for him.

“Her dad hits her and her mom’s a drunk.” Lip stopped and looked at him. Mickey sat down at the table as Ian got them each a cup of coffee. Lip sighed. That was a shitty situation and he felt bad, but- “I can’t just take her in. They’ll think we kidnapped her. Plus, we don’t have the money to feed another mouth.”

“This is such bullshit! Ian’s girlfriend gets to stay, why can’t mine?” Ian choked on his coffee and laughed a little. Mickey shot him a look and Ian snapped his mouth shut but a smile was still pulling at his lips and his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Mickey pays rent. Can your girlfriend pay a hundred bucks a week like he does?” The question was rhetorical. Carl stormed off to his bedroom, flipping off Mickey and Ian out of envy. “Shit,” Lip sighed, massaging his temples.

“Yo,” Mickey hollered to Lip.

“What.” Lip clearly wasn’t in the mood.

“If that chick could pay up, would’ja let her stay?”

“Ya know, money’s so tight, I probably would. Why?”

“Got an idea. Hang tight.” Mickey ran upstairs, leaving Ian and Lip alone.

Mickey knocked on the door frame as leaned his back on the other side of it. “The fuck do you want?” Carl hissed, texting on his phone. Mickey assumed correctly who it was.

“Got a proposition for ya.”

“I’m not gonna suck your dick.”

“Thanks for the offer but your brother’s way better at it.”

“How do you know- wait, just what the hell do you want?!”

“You come work for me, I’ll pay your girl’s rent.” Mickey looked at him, waiting for a response.

“You’re only offerin’ cause you’re bangin’ my brother.”

Mickey tossed his brows. “That and I need help at the bar.”

“Kev owns the bar. How do you even know he’d be okay with it?”

“Talk in’ about upstairs.” All the Gallagher kids knew that Mickey was a pimp and they didn’t care.

“You mean with all the hookers?! I’m not jerkin’ dudes off!”

“Cool your nutsack, kid. I need someone to help swipe supplies.”

“Supplies? What kind of supplies?”

“Condoms, dental dams, tampons, lube, cleaning products, mouth wash, hygiene products, pregnancy tests. Shit like that.”

“Pregnancy tests? Why?”

“I’m gonna start having all the girls take em once a month. Don’t need em all walkin’ around like they got basketballs under their shirts.”

“And you’ll pay for Bonnie to stay here?”

Mickey nodded. “Be at the bar tomorrow at 9 am. You’re late or don’t show up, your girl stays with her fucked parents. Got it?”

“Gimme one good reason why I should do it.”

Mickey’s voice was austere as ever. “Because growin’ up is about doing shit you don’t wanna do for someone you care about because they’re safety and happiness or whatever is all that matters.”

Carl look down at his phone of a picture of Bonnie kissing his cheek. “Got it.”

“Cool. Tell her to pack a bag or two.” Mickey left the room. No need for thank you’s or you’re welcomes.

Mickey came back downstairs and stopped beside Lip who was washing dishes. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and took two fifties from it. He laid them on the counter. “Chick stays.”

“What’d you do?” Lip asked over his shoulder.

“Gave the kid an opportunity to grow the hell up.” Mickey walked over to Ian who was sipping his coffee at the table. He bent down and kissed him, stroking his hair once more. “Later.” Ian simply grinned at him and that was always enough for Mickey.

The Pimp left for his day at the office and Lip turned to Ian when he was out the door. “Keep’im.”


You guys… I legit cried watching that clip of Ian and Mickey for 5x05 though.. The look of worry on Mickey’s face asking where Ian was all night, the look on Ian’s face when Mickey yelled at him and told him “don’t touch me”, the look Mickey had when he said that to his boyfriend and found out he did porn without protection, the look on Ian’s face when his boyfriend told him to pack his shit… I’m fucking done. I am so done. I wanna curl up in a ball and die.