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Glancing up from his food, Ian saw Mickey staring back at the medication. Like it was the solution to all of their problems. And maybe it was, but he wasnā€™t sure he even wanted to try. Didnā€™t want to know what it was going to do for him. Never mind that the doctors seemed to think it would fix him. Mickey and Fiona seemed to, as well.
He sat there for longer than he probably should have, going back and forth. ā€œAlright, Iā€™ll take it.ā€ He finally said, holding out a hand. ā€œJust.. give me whatever Iā€™m supposed to take.ā€
He wouldnā€™t do this for anyone but Mickey. Mickey, who had watched him and taken care of him, stuck with him despite everything that had already happened.
Ian hadnā€™t gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnā€™t see it. Sheā€™d called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t upset over it.
Heā€™d stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heā€™d fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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I miss the way you say my name
The way you bend, the way you break
Your makeup running down your face
The way you fuck, the way you taste
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2x05 | 5x08
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Shameless seasons 1-7 vs. 10x12
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It comes in waves, I close my eyes Hold my breath and let it bury me I'm not OK and it's not alright Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself Don't let me drown Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive? Save me from myself Don't let me drown
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Miss me? Mickey?
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ā€œIan, what you and I have makes me f r e e.ā€
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ā¤· crisshoechlin asked: ian/mickey or stiles/derek?
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Ian was all too happy to oblige; beginning to eat the food Mickey had brought for him. It was like when he started eating, he realized how hungry he actually was.
Out the corner of his eye, Ian saw the medication bottle but didnā€™t acknowledge it, wanting to put off taking it if he could. Maybe if he didnā€™t bring it up, Mickey wouldnā€™t either. Because the only reason Ian was even considering taking it was for Mickey.
ā€œWhere we going to look for houses?ā€ He asked in between bites. ā€œWe still gotta be close enough to my house that I can easily come by and help.ā€ He thought aloud.
Ian hadnā€™t gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnā€™t see it. Sheā€™d called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t upset over it.
Heā€™d stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heā€™d fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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fiona and her kids in s5
itā€™s a tragedy when a young man ends up behind prison bars. bad parenting. oh, donā€™t blame yourself.
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Ian couldnā€™t help but laugh at Mickeyā€™s comments. The way Mickey talked about cooking made Ian wonder if heā€™d ever even done it before.
ā€œIs this your first time cooking, Mick?ā€ He asked, reaching over to grab a piece of bacon for himself. Even if it wasnā€™t his first time, it was still extremely thoughtful for Mickey to do what he had. There was no reason he had to make Ian breakfast, but he did it.
Ian began eating some of the pancakes, tilting his head against Mickeyā€™s. ā€œEither way, youā€™re a damn good cook.ā€
Ian hadnā€™t gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnā€™t see it. Sheā€™d called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t upset over it.
Heā€™d stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heā€™d fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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Seeing the plate of food and orange juice, Ian couldnā€™t help but smile as he pushed himself up, looking between the food and Mickey. ā€œWhat is this, hotel room service?ā€ He leaned over to kiss his boyfriendā€™s cheek, in awe of him. ā€œGod, Mick. I fucking love you.ā€
Ian fully sat up, pulling his legs in to cross them. The food actually smelled amazing. ā€œWhat are you, a chef now?ā€ He leaned over for a kiss, slipping one arm around Mickeyā€™s back. ā€œThis for me?ā€
Ian hadnā€™t gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnā€™t see it. Sheā€™d called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t upset over it.
Heā€™d stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heā€™d fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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I can feel it gettin' near Like flashlights comin' down the way One day you'll figure me out I'll meet judgment by the hounds People always gave me love Others were never to blame after all You believe me like a god I'll betray you like a man
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Ian was quick to crawl beneath the covers and curl in close to Mickeyā€™s side, taking in a heavy breath of his scent. It always comforted him.
Once heā€™d closed his eyes, it wasnā€™t long before Ian was fast asleep, his hand rested on Mickeyā€™s chest.
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Ian opened his eyes, unsure of what time it was the next day when he woke, seeing the sun peeking through the curtains.
Stirring, Ian reached up to wipe his hair from his face, lifting his arms above his head to stretch, rolling over to face Mickey.
Ian hadnā€™t gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnā€™t see it. Sheā€™d called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t upset over it.
Heā€™d stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heā€™d fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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Ian couldnā€™t help but laugh about the comment Mickey made about the hot tub. That actually sounded so nice, and thinking about having sex with Mickey in it just made it sound ten times better.
He was happy to keep hold of Mickeyā€™s hand. The fact that Mickey kept him so close made him feel better aboutā€¦ everything. Everything that had happened, or everything that would happen.
He didnā€™t want to hurt Mickey and seeing the hurt look on Mickeyā€™s face when heā€™d brought up not taking the medication was enough for Ian to at least be willing to try.
When they got back to the house it was quiet, so Ian assumed everyone was asleep. He was quiet to close the door, tugging Mickey in gently behind him.
Ian hadnā€™t gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnā€™t see it. Sheā€™d called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heā€™d be lying if he said he wasnā€™t upset over it.
Heā€™d stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heā€™d fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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shameless meme; 4/5 storylines ā–· gallavichā€™s development Youā€™re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do?
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SHAMELESS CREATORS NETWORK MARCH THEME: GROWTH (remaking this set)
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