⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ

@vcantfixme

✰;「 3/6 Gᴀʟʟᴀɢʜᴇʀs ↷ E̶M̶T̶ 」Bɪᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ┆ ❝─Dᴇᴍᴏɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ. ❞ ┆ 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 how h͟e͟ 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. 〔Fan acc〕

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·25 Eyl

ೃ˚❥ Ian Clayton Gallagher. ⊰ ❪ 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚? 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒆! ❫ ⊱ ❒ Ships w/ chem ❒ Esp / Eng ❒ Literate / Descriptive ¿RT?

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·12 Oca

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– treacherous tears slid down his cheeks, lucky he had his face hidden as he didn't want the brunet to notice. He knew he was hurting him too much already.

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·12 Oca

@IMTHETROUBLAE “ I don’t want you here, why are you still here!? Go back to your wife. ” Ian's voice, even if he cried out, was muffled by the blankets covering him. Did he really want him to leave? Probably not, but he didn't want him there feeling sorry for him either. A couple of -–

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·3 Ara

The room was in semi-darkness, only a slight light managed to sneak in behind the completely drawn curtains. The headache was his only companion as his eyes wandered around the room without stopping at any specific point. A pair of blankets insulated his body from the --

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·8 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– position. He was there, next to his bed, unable to do anything at all because there was nothing to do. So he snapped. “ Just fucking leave! ”

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·8 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE Silence. After those words, the only thing Ian gave him in response was silence. For some reason he had a lump in his throat, oppressing him and preventing him from articulating any words. But soon that changed ; he felt angry, tired and bad for putting the brunet in that -–

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·4 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– with his empty, teary orbs, then went back to hiding under the blankets. He had realized that he wasn't going to leave no matter how much he asked him to. “ That’s your plan now? Staring at me like you’re my goddam babysitter? ”

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·4 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE “ Don’t do that. ” His voice was barely a whisper, but considering the jet-haired man was quite close, he would be able to hear him. He felt bad, and there was no apparent reason for it ; that was the most frustrating thing of all. He watched him for a couple of seconds -–

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·4 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE For some reason, he felt a pang in his chest that crystallized his tired orbs. A shaky sigh muffled with the sheets before he came out of hiding a little. “ I don’t want to eat— why are you even here? I’m tired. ”

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𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 ✗@IMTHETROUBLAE·4 Ara

@vcantfixme "My home is here now," he said, trying to sound more confident, forcing his voice to stay firm, hiding any trace of softness or fear. He didn’t care about Svetlana or his son. All he wanted was to be here. "Fiona left some food for you," he added.

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·4 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– that shit. It was easier that way, wasn't it? “ I’m not hungry— just go home, please. Please. . . ”

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·4 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE Immediately, when he realized he had raised his voice, a pang of pain shot through him so that he pulled the blankets back to cover himself completely. Partly because he didn't want Mickey there, and not because he didn't need him but because he didn't want him to witness -–

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·3 Ara

A grimace on his face at his brother's words, bringing his orbs to the exact spot where the smoke faded away. No easy life, huh? “ Fighting is kind of a tradition here, right? What do they fight about anyway? ”

𝓘 𝑴 𝓝𝑶𝑻 𝓜𝒀 𝓕𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝓓𝑨𝑫@TheUnrulySon

" dnest feel that way as of late. " taking another hit from the blunt , he blew the soke al over the room , falling ut with smoke before going through the windows "Between Fiona and Tami constantly fighting — and Fred getting kicked out of daycare after daycare for violence —"

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·3 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– force full of rage that for no apparent reason he directed towards his companion at that instant. “ Just let me fucking sleep! ”

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·3 Ara

@IMTHETROUBLAE Any foreign presence was barely noticed by the ginger-haired man, they could pass by the room or simply knock on the door repeatedly and his answer would remain the same ; silence. But when the jet-haired man dared to enter, something inside him suddenly awoke, like a -–

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·23 Eyl

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– help the goofy smile that formed on his lips, then just leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, near the corner of his lips. “ I didn’t know you danced. ” He teased.

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·23 Eyl

@IMTHETROUBLAE Ian wanted to say so many things, but that kiss and the subsequent words completely overrode his ability to think of anything but his company that night. Did he really want to dance? Did Mickey Milkovich want to dance with him in front of the entire place? He couldn't -–

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𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 ✗@IMTHETROUBLAE·1 Ağu

[@vcantfixme] If only he could let go of this particular Gallavich, his life might have been less of a mess. He found himself wandering into that one place where Ian might be. Entering the noisy club, he felt uneasy. A few male eyes turned toward him, making his skin crawl.

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·12 Eyl

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– when it came to Mickey. His arms went around the shorter one's shoulders. “ This night is only for us, I’ll make sure of it. I— fuck, I missed you. ”

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·12 Eyl

@IMTHETROUBLAE He couldn't deny that the request surprised him to the point that his eyes showed it to perfection when they met Mickey's blue orbs. That was a job for the redhead ; the easiest way he had found since he had ruined every previous attempt. But everything was different -–

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·2 Eyl

“ Frank was a shitty father and he will always be. ” He said, nodding his head as he turned his head slightly to him. “ You’re not him. Fred is lucky little guy, y’know? ”

𝓘 𝑴 𝓝𝑶𝑻 𝓜𝒀 𝓕𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝓓𝑨𝑫@TheUnrulySon

" partially Frank's fault — what kind of parent gives their kid fucking booze? that tradition started with me — it ends with me, no way in hell I'd never put Fred through that. "

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·2 Eyl

@IMTHETROUBLAE -– approached him, lowering his tone so only he could hear him, whispering in his ear. “ I don’t know them but I know you. Whatever I do, I’ll do it for fun. ”

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⸻ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ@vcantfixme·2 Eyl

@IMTHETROUBLAE “ That depends on how much they pay. Normally it’s them who decide what they want me to do. ” He explained, like it was the most common thing in the world. Someone else would be shocked by the way Ian was telling whose things. “ But— it’s different with you, right? ” He -–

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