Note To Readers-I'm glad the rings surprised you, I didn't want them to be obvious. Also this is just going to be a short one. I don't have much time, plus I'm currently obsessed with the show Oz, so I haven't been very focused on Shameless today. I'm almost finished with the series so don't worry I'll be back to writing this efficiently within a few days. -Alayna
One of the first fucking things Ian did after Mickey gave him the fucking ring, was fucking tell Mandy.
She acted as if the fucking ring was for her, she wouldn't shut up.
Mickey hated that Ian was telling everyone but it really didn't bother him that Ian was telling people, fuck, his dad died in prison a while ago, Iggy was still locked up, no one had seen Joey in over a year and a half and Nickey didn't bother anyone, he was to much of a pussy to do anything alone.
So it wasn't that Mickey was worried about his dad or his brothers finding out and killing him. It was more that Mickey was worried everyone was going to look at him differently, see him as soft or weak. They wouldn't fear him anymore. And that really bothered the shit outta him.
He didn't want to be seen as weak; he wanted to be feared. Being seen as weak was the same as being seen as a fag, and being seen as a fag wasn't something Mickey wanted. He could admit that he's a fag, that he had no problem with.
Growing up he was taught that fags were weak, he wasn't weak; liking cock didn't make him weak.
He couldn't be weak.
He couldn't. He just fucking couldn't.
Mickey felt good about giving the ring to Ian, it made him happy, because Ian was happy.
Some days Mick just sat and stared at the ring on his finger; it was the stupidest thing ever, but it showed that he wasn't alone.
When Mickey was little, he was told that little boys aren't supposed to like other boys, that it was wrong; when Mickey was twelve he realized that he didn't like little girls like Terry and his brother's had told him he was supposed to.
He tried looking at pictures of naked girls, but they didn't really do anything for him.
When he was thirteen he saw some boy, Mickey didn't know his name, naked. And that caused a reaction, Mickey knew what it meant. He knew it meant he liked cock.
When he was fourteen, Iggy and Joey dragged some gay kid, Mickey thought it his name was Travis but he wasn't sure, into their backyard. Iggy and Joey beat the kid until they were covered in blood. They yelled at him, calling him fag and telling him that he was a worthless piece of shit. And Mickey was scared shitless, he was just like Travis, he liked boys not girls. He liked cock. The whole time his brothers were beating him up, all Mickey could think about was, what they were beating me? What if they knew he was a fag?
After Mickey saw what his brothers did, he made sue that his brothers saw him with girls, he made sure they thought he was fucking girls. He really only fucked a girl once, it was terrible, so he fucked guys in secret.
He made sure to cover his ass. He made sure no one found out, all the guys he fucked were terrified of him, so they didn't say shit.
Mickey was terrified that he was going to be alone, he didn't want to get married, marriage was fucking stupid, but he still wanted to be with someone.
When Mickey starred at the ring he thought it was fucking pointless, but it showed that he wasn't alone.
He was afraid of being alone.
"What are you thinkin' about?" He hadn't noticed Ian sit down next to him.
"Nothing important." Ian leaned against Mickey.
"If you say so." Mickey grunted.
"You hungry?" Mick nodded.
"You gonna cook?" Ian nuzzled Mickey's neck.
"Yep. I bought a shit ton of groceries." Mickey remembered that Ian and Mandy went to the store together the day before.
"It better not taste like shit." Ian laughed.
"It won't. I know how to cook, remember? And besides it'll taste better than anything you cook." It was Mickey's turn to laugh, because it was fucking true. He couldn't cook worth shit, everyone knew that.
"Anything specific you want?" Mick shook his head.
"I couldn't care less." Ian nodded and got up, Mick heard cabinets opening and closing, pots and pans clanking and drawers opening in the kitchen.
Mickey turned the tv on, he flipped through the channels idly. There wasn't anything good on. He stopped on some movie channel. He really didn't care what it was, shit was blowing up so he watched it.
A half hour later Ian was bringing him a plate; there was chicken and potatoes and fucking corn.
"You really think I'm gonna eat all this shit?" Ian laughed.
"Of course, why wouldn't you?" Mickey shrugged and took a bite, it was fucking delicious. Mickey had to admit the kid really could cook.
Mickey ate all the food Ian gave him. He was fucking stuffed.
"Food was pretty fucking good Gallagher." Ian smiled at him.
Mickey felt like they were a real family, now the only thing that was missing was the kid; that could wait for a while though.
