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Ian Clayton Gallagher Indie Shameless (US) RP blog "Industrious, conscientious, ambitions. Incredible work ethic. Don't have a clue where he got that from."

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Having a hard time with my muse lately. I’m still rping on kik, so message me if you’d like my kik. For now though, I need to get the muse back before I can work on replies here.

[pregnantorarrested]

She laughed. “Milkoviches only get married when someone gets knocked up.”

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Ian stared at her for a second and burst into laughter. “Well... guess that’s it for Mick and me getting married. Kinda impossible there.”

[pregnantorarrested]

Mandy raised her eyebrow. What a weird-ass question. “Um, neither.” 

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

“What, you don’t wanna get married?” He asked, raising his own eyebrow as he took another drag.

[notsosweetporcelain]

Kurt grinned, suddenly empowered by the effect he was clearly having on the other man. “Thank you, Ian.” He shifted his position on the chair, so now he was with the back to the camera and him, then turned his head and looked at him from above his shoulder. “So are you, you know?” His voice had a much lower tone than his usual one.

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

It took Ian a moment to respond to him. “I’m nothin’ special. I get the crowd that’s into gingers, but I’m just some scrawny kid from Chicago, really.” He shrugged. “It’s practically a fetish, natural redheads. Like midgets or asians. Always a market for us.” He laughed. “Without the hair, I’m pretty plain.” He set the camera down, convinced he was hopeless with picture-taking and he’d just have to work the ‘trying to look sexy but really looking constipated’ look.

[thelostkiidsarchive-deactivated]

Mickey stood in the middle of the room, watching his boyfriend have a hissy fit over some stupid shirt. He raised a brow as he sat down on the bed and started to put his shoes on. “You need to calm down, man, what the hell are you even looking for that’s so damn important?”

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

“I want my good button up shirt. The green one that makes my eyes look good.” He huffed as he threw clothes around the room again. “I swear to god, if people would stop touching my shit...” He grumbled. “I just wanted to look good for once and not wear some shitty, hand-me-down. That’s my shirt.”

[notsosweetporcelain]

[notsosweetporcelain]

Kurt also took the other man’s arm, then smiled when the other one replied something about it being a party for the company, apparently some big contract had been achieved and they wanted to party. Kurt bit his lip down discretely when he saw Ian turning on the charm button, and the boy looked so delicious, Kurt suddenly wanted they were only him and Ian in the elevator. He shook those thoughts off when the bell of the lift sounded, announcing they had arrived. He looked around with somewhat wide eyes, it being by far the biggest party to which he had been hired for.

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Ian was floored as the doors opened. He’d never seen anything like this in real life. The party was gigantic. He couldn’t even see the other end of the room. He gave Kurt a look, showing he was a bit nervous and wanting to see what the other boy thought of it. He took a deep breath and tried to shake it off quickly, he needed to be the confident, sexy boy in order to keep the man happy. “Must have been a big contract.” He smiled as they stepped into the room. God, he’d much rather be curled up at home, watching a movie with Kurt.

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Amusement flourished upon his countenance. Lip did a piss poor job of attempting not to make fun of his brother, but with his lips pursed into a wry smirk, he silently held his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t say anything, did I,” he intoned, sounding absurdly pompous in one sentence. “About time you bat for the other team though…”

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Ian huffed and plopped down onto the couch. “That’s not what I mean- It’s just-” He groaned in exasperation, throwing his head against the back of the couch. “I don’t know what I did, but Mandy is pissed at me. When I ask, she kinda just glares and walks away. I asked Lana if she knows what’s going on, but then she just mutters in Russian, so she’s probably pissed at me too.” He turned to look at his brother once again. “I need your help. I don’t know how to handle women angry at me like this.”

[notsosweetporcelain]

[notsosweetporcelain]

Kurt blushed a little when the boy brushed his shoulders, then shrugged slightly. “Would you have rather it being someone else? Someone that would very well beat the crap out of you if you don’t pay them? Who better than a friend to do it?” He then spotted two slightly older gentlemen waiting at the lobby, just in time. “That’s our queue. Come on.” They both walked up to the other two men and introduced themselves before they were led to the elevators, and up to the penthouse where the party was taking place.

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Ian bit back his answer as he was pulled over to the men. He dropped his issue and put on his charm, wanting to keep the clients happy. The happier they were by the end of the night, the more tips they made. “So, who’s the party for again?” He asked, nearly purring as he hung off one of the men’s arms. He knew his role was to play eye candy and he was happy Kurt was here with him. At least then he had a friend he could run to for help if he got in over his head.

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lipsmackergallagher

Ian marched up to Lip, not even waiting for him to look up at him before he declared, “ I need your advice. I don’t want you to make fun of me or make a big deal out of it, but I need you to help me through something that might technically be classified as a girl problem.” He spoke almost as if he’d rehearsed it in his head - he had - and bit his lip nervously as he waited for Lip to respond.

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bottomsupfuckers

“Mick... I’ve got some bad news.” Ian cringed as he approached the shorter man, hands behind his back. “I was watching Yev, but I turned my back for a second, I don’t even know how he got a hold of it but...” He revealed his hands with a grimace, showing the Steven Seagal dvd snapped in two.

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pregnantorarrested​

“Mands... Which one of us do you think is gonna get hitched first?” Ian asked, passing the joint. “I mean yeah, I’ve already got the boyfriend but I still think you’re gonna get there first.” He grinned.

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thesouthsxde

“I can never find anything in this goddamn house!” Ian growled as he kicked the dresser drawer closed. “Why can’t people keep their goddamn hands to themselves? Whenever I need anything I can’t find it! I need that shirt tonight!”

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Like for a starter!

[notsosweetporcelain]

[notsosweetporcelain]

Kurt sighed. “Ian, we’ve talked about this.  We were both hired to attend this party, and we need to look good. So in times like this, you have to let me lend you the money, and you can pay me when you get your check, okay?”

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Ian sighed right back at Kurt. “Fine. I just hate how much I have to keep borrowing from you.” He reached out and brushed off Kurt’s shoulders, straightening his suit. “You shouldn’t have to be my own personal loan shark.”

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Hey everyone! Sorry I was really gone for a bit there. Life got really stressful and of course I got sick on top of it all. I’m here now and plan to have time for rping again :)

[notsosweetporcelain]

“Told you we’d look good in a suit.”

[frecklefrom200yards]

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

“Except I can’t afford this.”

[notsosweetporcelain]

Kurt laughed softly, though kept his face as straight as he could. “Stop that, you don’t. You look entirely cute, and hot at the same time, and that’s a rare combination.” He could feel his cheeks flushing at the boy’s comment, then shrugged. “I don’t know, it just happens.. I guess. Um.. you like what you see, Ian?” He bit his lip down and leaned back on his chair, his legs now crossed, as he looked sultry at the camera.

[frecklefrom200yards-blog]

Ian let the camera lower a bit, practically forgetting he was holding it. He nodded slowly. “Well, uh, yeah. Of course I do, Kurt.” He stammered and blushed, but he couldn’t stop looking at him. It was like when he had used his name, he was hypnotized. It wasn’t for the camera anymore, it was for him. “You’re gorgeous.” He licked his lips. He snapped out of it and brought the camera back up, using it to hide how red his face was turning as he took more pictures.