You stumbled down the stairs of the Gallagher house, wearing one of Lip’s old shirts and a pair of bunny slippers. Rubbing your eyes groggily, you looked around the kitchen, unsurprised to see the kitchen buzzing with activity
Fiona was folding the laundry with the quickness of a cheetah, all while filling V in on the latest gossip of her love life. Ian was leaning against the counter, trying to study last minute for an exam. Over at the table, Carl was arguing loudly with Debby.
You plopped down into the seat next to Debby, and started to braid her hair. She sighed happily and leaned into you, happy to have an older sister figure in her life who wasn’t always busy like Fiona.
“Way to fraternize with the enemy,” Carl mumbled, glaring at you from his seat across from you.
Laughing, you responded, “First, I don’t even think you know what fraternize means. Second, how am I the enemy?"
Before Carl had the chance to answer, Lip shuffled down the stairs. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he was not only shirtless but also had a bad case of bed head, which looked adorable on him.
"Shit, I forgot, sorry guys,” he apologized to his family who were glaring at him intensely.
And then you remembered, Lip had promised to make breakfast for that morning. However, he got a little sidetracked with you the night before…
Lip walked over to you, kissed you on the cheek and made his way over to the fridge to start making some eggs. He smiled at you lightly,
“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you,” he said, causing you to blush.
The rest of the Gallagher’s in the kitchen made throw up noises, Carl’s being the loudest.
“So this is why I’m the enemy, huh?” You asked, turning your attention to the troublemaker at the table. He nodded his head stubbornly and refused to make eye contact with you.
“Well too bad, because she’ll be staying around a lot longer,” Lip called from the stove where he was cracking eggs into a pan.
“Good!” Debby shouted, spinning around with her new braid in her hair. “I like y/n,” she said defensively to Carl, sticking her tongue out at him at the end of her sentence.
“Well I don’t dumbass, she’s interrupting my eating schedule,“ Carl responded.
"Language!” Fiona yelled.
As soon as the first batch of eggs were done, Lip placed a plate in front of you and Debby. You both started to dig into your breakfast as Carl watched enviously.
“That’s what you get for being a little shit to my girlfriend,“ Lip told him in his big brother voice that wasn’t uncommon for you to hear. Carl rolled his eyes, leaning across the table and scooping up some of your eggs.
"It’s a good thing I like you, kid, or else you’d be a dead man,” you told him lightheartedly as you allowed him to eat some of your food.
He grinned at you, eggs in his teeth, and said, “Fine, I like you too."
After breakfast, everyone parted their seperate ways for work or school or whatever activity they had planned for the day, but you and Lip lingered back.
As you helped him clean the kitchen, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waste. You leaned into him, and smiled when he started to kiss your neck.
"You know, I should probably brush my teeth before we do this again, I just ate,” you laughed breathlessly as the kiss depended and he turned you around and pushed you until your back was pressed against the fridge.
“Well, it’s a good thing I like you enough to not care about your breath,” he said, before delving back into his work on your neck.
You sighed happily, “It’s a good thing I like you too.”
When you’re “not worried” about your “not-brother”…
Jason: Alright, shithead, this is like the two hundredth time I’m calling and you not picking up! I’m starting to get f***ing criminal. Call me the f*** back, Tim! I’m worried about you. I love you. Call me back.
First of all…. I can’t tell if they are joking/trolling/being sarcastic…? So I’m going to answer as though they are serious because it got me riled up. Fight me.
M’kay… In what world are Ian and Mickey bad for each other? Was it when Ian and Mickey provided each other with someone to talk to? They provide each other with someone to talk to and be completely open with because Ian is mostly ignored at home or he talks to Lip (and sometimes, let’s face it, we don’t want to talk to a sibling we want to talk to someone outside) and Mickey meanwhile probably has no one to truly confide in because all of his brothers he likely assumed were Terry clones and would rat him out if he ever dropped a hint that he was gay and so was too scared shitless to talk to anyone about anything.
How about when they became best friends? When Ian became the one person Mickey could 100% be himself around? When they each became so concerned with each other that they constantly nagged friends and family about how the other was doing while trying to be lowkey about it because it’s the southside and they live around too many homophobes? When they each accepted each other 100% for who the other is?
Were they toxic when Mickey helped Ian through his bipolar diagnosis and didn’t judge him or belittle him for the depression, mania, or how he was after being sedated? He never mocked him for being in a psych ward or attacked Ian for cheating on him because he understood that it was the disease and even defended him! They genuinely worried over each other like a married couple in season 5 and showed the greatest combination of best friend love and romantic/sexual love I’ve personally ever seen on TV (I don’t watch a lot of TV so it’s not saying tooooo much but it’s just breathtaking nonetheless). When Ian tried to talk to Mickey and make sure he was okay after he was raped for being with Ian in season 3?
Were they toxic when Mickey picked Ian’s coked out ass up from the club and saved him from yet another pervy old man taking advantage of him and encouraging him to go home or when Ian helped Mickey fight Terry back after Mickey came out? How about when Ian helped Mickey accept his son, leading by example and embracing Yevgeny as his own?
Let’s get one thing straight here: If anyone was toxic in the relationship–it was Ian and even so his toxicity is mostly due to his illness. Any disregard he apparently showed Mickey was due to his being sedated, depressed, or medicated. Even still, Mickey was the one who would always throw himself in harms way to defend Ian (a la 3x666) and would do anything for Ian, even something dangerous and something he isn’t completely ready for like coming out. And most of the things Ian gets blamed for so frequently is just him trying to do what he thinks is best or is a result of his bipolar disorder. So as a fictional character I forgive him for these faults.