Takes place during S3, pre-kiss (between episodes 4 & 5). Fiona’s decided that they’re gonna have family time or some shit, which is whatever. But now Ian has to call Mickey and tell him they can’t meet up tonight.
written as a belated bday present for Dustin (where-havealltheflowers-gone). and special thanks to Willow (ayoungrat) who told me to stop feeling so fucking awkward about everything and just write the damn fic.
“Hey kids, DINNER!” Ian can hear Fiona hollering all the way up in his room. He drags himself out of bed, where he’s been half napping, half studying since he got home, and heads downstairs.
He’s met with the usual chaos that accompanies any Gallagher meal. Before he sits down he goes up to Fiona. He figures she’s more likely to be cool about this if he just tells her now, instead of springing it on her last minute.
“Hey I gotta duck out after dinner. Plans.”
“No, we’re having family time, and you’re gonna be here for it.”
“No. Family time, go sit down.” Ian reluctantly plops down into a chair next to Lip and tries to figure out how he’s gonna cancel his plans.
soooo goood lmaoo
‘Don’t do this’
I just wanna cry
this is the sassy police. come out with your hands on your hips
i think most of us have found themselves thinking seriously about how they would pull off becoming a serial killer
me on a daily basis
fuck all this “be a role model” bullshit placed on celebrities. it’s not their job to raise your nasty ass kids.