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Bucky Barnes: I read that as 'second hangover' for some reason and I was about to offer to bring YOU food, trickery

Bucky Barnes: What are you in the mood for?

Ian Gallagher: I'm too subconsciously manipulative for my own good, clearly.

Ian Gallagher: Hmm. Chinese?

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theineffableones·:

Icy orbs examine the other as if to determine whether or not the Ian was telling the truth. TO be fair, this town seemed to be fucked in its own impossibility. The kid took another daring step forward so that he was now eye to eye with the other, polar from his own father’s height, “My name is Yevgeny Milkovich. You fucked and fucked over my Dad ya know? Mickey Milkovich?” He attempted to act tough but he knew that his eyes were merely reflecting back pain and misplaced anger, “Though I guess the verdict is still fucking up with whether or not I’m actually fucking his.” Yevgeny swallowed thickly, jaw clenching at what Terry had revealed right before Yevgeny popped up here, “You really don’t remember me?” His voice croaked, vulnerability evident, “I mean you stole me for fuck’s sake. Or I mean that’s what my Mom said.”

Yevgeny Milkovich. The name caused images to flash through Ian’s mind, not all of them good. Taking care of Mickey’s baby, the domestic feel of their home -- however strange the situation was. Changing diapers, loving Yevgeny, treating him as his own. And then... running off with him. Mickey had wanted Ian to go to the hospital, and Ian had flipped out. He stole Yevgeny. Ian felt like he had just been gut punched. “Holy shit, I kidnapped Mickey’s baby,” Ian whispered, doubling over slightly, suddenly feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. “I had a fucking psychotic break and -- holy fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to process the information. Yevgeny. He had loved him so much. What had happened? Quickly looking up at the kid, Ian wasted no time in closing the distance between the two, wrapping his arms around the boy and pulling him in for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Yev. I don’t -- I don’t know what happened. I literally don’t remember. But I am so sorry for not being there for you. I am so sorry for whatever happened between Mickey and I. I love you, okay? I do. You were so fucking important to me and I -- fuck. How could I just --?” His hold tightened. “I’m so sorry.”

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hcllscnt·:

       “ this is just the pregame to the actual partying we’re going to do, ian. “ adam explained, pointing the rootbeer at his friend. “ well we could get actually drunk but you’re a baby. done after one beer and then i’ll have to carry you home. i told you i don’t wanna play nurse tonight.”

Ian let out a chuckle, holding up his hands halfway in surrender. “Alright, alright. So how about you drink, and I’ll be the designated driver? C’mon, you deserve to get shitfaced.” He raised his eyebrows, an easy smile upon his lips. "Or we could just stay here and I can give you the reward for a job well done by letting you top without a fight.”

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nctafocl·:

❝ you aren’t wrong, ❞ he did little to conceal that fact, t’challa is many things – ignorant has never been one of them. ❝ if your eyes are opened to the situation around you, then  listening to your gut instinct is smart.❞ 

“Alright, Dr. Phil,” Ian teased lightly, trying to conceal the turmoil he was feeling at the new memories that were surfacing. “Maybe you should lay off the sauce, yeah?”

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MICKEY 📲 IAN: Oh fuck off, y'know Ian Galager wouldn't treat me like this.

MICKEY 📲 IAN: It's fucking weird sleeping in an empty house after having someone around.

MICKEY 📲 IAN: Bed felt bigger without you in it.

IAN 📲 MICKEY: Or would he? Maybe he's an asshole. Who knows? My evil twin. And considering I'm me, he must be pretty bad.

IAN 📲 MICKEY: Well, my shift ends in a few hours. Maybe we can rectify that tonight.

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mandymckovich·:

Finally, these fucking Gallaghers and their stamina. Mandy couldn’t help herself but laugh at the collision. It wasn’t a booming fit of laughter, but her chuckles moved her shoulders up and down at the very least.That’s what Ian got for trying to outrun a Milkovich, even though he seemed to remember jack shit. The amusement quickly left her when she got close enough .To hear the apology to the bicyclist and the choice words of the stranger.Mandy narrowed her eyes crouching down to grab a rock that she chucked in the direction of the cyclist. “Don’t be fucking rude asshole! He said he was sorry!”She shrieked out momentarily turning her attention to that stupid limp and that ugly as fuck bike if she had any say in it.

Mandy lets him talk balling her hands into tiny fists. The glare reserved for the cyclist reared its ugly murderous glare to her best friend instead. Of course she knew he was fucking gay. He had told her.. Then she gets the best idea of the night. She holds up a hand giving him the middle finger to try to silence his rambling towards the end. “Are you fucking telling me you ran into Justin Timberlake?” Of course she knew this wasn’t the truth –well hopefully not or else she would have to kick his ass for her brother. “Are you fucking seriously trying to find a dumbass excuse to break up with me ?First you go fucking on and on about fucking Justin Timberlake and now Amnesia?!” Mandy takes a few steps towards him. “Oh don’t lie to yourself. I bet if we were somewhere more private I could get your sexual attraction to come hither.” Mandy licked her upper lip suggestively. She almost cracked into laughter which would have given her scheme away.

She notices the scrape and turns her head to face down the pathway the biker took.  The cold eyes of the girl rounding back to look up to Ian. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to start bitching about a little scratch now.” The roughness of her tone more playful than earlier.  Part of Mandy wants to haul ass and find the biker to deliver a punch to their face. Only because she needed an avenue for her temper, and that sure as shit hadn’t been sex in awhile. “I know your name. I’ve been calling you this entire time. I’m Mandy.You were my first real boyfriend. Do you remember my brother?” Mandy asked bluntly to the point, her arms folding across her chest. “I’d hardly forget a dick like yours Gallagher or the hair.” She had no clue really about his dick persay, but this weird fucking interaction was highly amusing he.  She acknowledges the scrape again with an upnod, “Do you want some whiskey to put on that? I got a flask in my jacket pocket.. Unless it fell out since you made me play fuck the police with you.”

“Your brother?” Ian echoed, furrowing his brow as he looked at the girl. Mandy. It was becoming harder and harder to remember things, now that the rain had disappeared and the mist was back. But that didn’t stop Ian from staring down at the ground in concentration, trying to sort through his mind in attempt to extract some information about the girl in front of him. Boyfriend. Brother. Mandy.  Suddenly, a small piece of something clicked, and he raised his eyebrows, looking up at Mandy quickly. “Mickey. Mickey is your brother. You -- we’re friends? Best friends.” He nodded a bit, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Best friends, yeah. I can’t really grasp at anything else, but --” He shrugged uselessly. “You’re important as shit to me. I know that much.” Ian clasped his hands together, grimacing a bit at the thought of Mickey. “I’ve seen Mickey. Don’t -- don’t really remember him, though. There’s bits and pieces there. My heart remembers him fine. But my mind -- I dunno. It’s hard. But fuck, enough about your brother. How much do you remember, Mands?”

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thcdreadless·:

All he could do was nod. Scorpius the brave, he thought, you can’t even find your way out of a stupid town on your own. In the midst of the storm, his own insecurities were coming back to bite him on the back side. Getting his memories back had made him believe that he could find his way out of Anville, whether it was for good or not, but little did he know, it was nothing to do with his own bravery or strength. 

He watched as the paramedic studied the wound, his mind becoming foggier by the second. Slowly, he managed to sit up properly, reaching out his arm so that he could use him as a prop. “I don’t even know what happened, I think… I think it was an animal.” Looking down at his wound he saw the blood, the messy wound showing through the rips in his t-shirt. 

Ian nodded, carefully helping the kid back to the ambulance. “We’ll get you all fixed up, alright? You’ll be just fine.” Stupid rain, ruining the stupid day, making it impossibly stupid hard to help the people who needed his help. They finally approached the vehicle, and Ian used his free hand to wrench open the doors -- a difficult task, but he seemed to be fueled by some freak adrenaline or something. Helping the kid into the back of the ambulance was also difficult, as Ian didn’t want to jostle him too much or cause him any unnecessary pain. But finally he was on the stretcher. Ian grabbed a blanket, throwing it over him in attempt to warm him up a little. He knelt down, inspecting the wound. “What’s your name?”

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etiquctte·:

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the  boy  in  front  of  her  looked  eerily  similar  to  the  image  of  peter  pan  in her  head.  but  these  days,  tink  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  she  even  knew  what  he  looked  like  anymore.  or  if  he  was  even  REAL.  no  one  else  had  heard  of  peter  pan.  it  had  been  so  long  and  she  was  tired  of  getting  her  hopes  up  as  every  person  passed  her  by.  “ what  was  your  name  again? ”

Ian smiled easily at the girl, brow furrowing for just a second out of confusion. It only made him a little uncomfortable by how she kept looking at him. “Ian. It’s good to meet you.” He extended a hand for the woman to shake.

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etiquctte·:

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“ okay,  say  you’re  a  spunky  blonde–  if  the  closest  deli  ran  out  of  tuna  melts,  would  you  be  less  mad  at  your  best  friend  for  getting  you  a  turkey  sandwich  or  ham  sandwich? ”

Ian pursed his lips, furrowing his brow slightly as he weighed the options. “Maybe ham. Neither of them are fish, but ham seems to be more loved by the masses.”

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hcllscnt·:

      adam turned around, striking a pose with a bottle of rootbeer in hand. “ i got a ninety on my first big fuckin’ test this week and i’m only two months away from clinical. let’s celebrate, c’mon. “ he whined, leaning against the wall in some dumb extra af way. “ i really want to do something fun that doesn’t involve me having to name all the bones above my waist. “ 

Ian let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows at the rootbeer in his friend’s hand. “You sure know how to party,” he teased lightly, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah, yeah, let’s celebrate. Are we going to drink ourselves silly with rootbeer, or do you have another idea in mind?”

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survivalistmom·:

“Alright — time for some tough decisions: vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry?”

“Hmm. I think I’m feeling like strawberry right now.”

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ofhighlanders·:

“I can’t help you if you won’t let me. And I’m not going to beg either…”

“I don’t need help. It’s just a splinter,” Ian said, before sticking his tongue between his teeth as he attempted to use his short nails to pull the piece of wood out.

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beautifulmcmories·:

“ would you like a drink? i’m celebrating the opening of my shop and would really like someone to celebrate with by having a few drinks !! ”

“Congratulations. Eh -- sure. I s’pose I can treat myself for once. Maybe a half a beer.”

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princelywarrior·:

“I’m a bit shocked I managed to get you out of the house.”

“I hope you have something interesting planned, because all I want to do right now is sleep.”

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potvalor·:

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“Y’know, I always wanted a sister or brother! I think it would have been cool! Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Ian said with a furrowed brow, trying to latch onto any memories of his siblings that he could find in the back of his mind. They were fleeting, not quite there. “Pretty sure there’s five of them.”

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potvalor·:

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“Do you ever have fuckin’ weird-ass dreams? Like super vivid and real, but then you wake up and it feels like you’re missin’ something?”

Ian snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Feel like you’re telling the story of what my life currently is.”